I took my Power in my Hand – / And went against the World – Emily Dickinson (Poem 660)
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Early morning Facebooking
Snow to clean. Small dump outside. Then the parents' place and others. We have a bright white world now.
Breakfast of toast and tea.
The younger boy asleep.
Surely every life has a purpose?
Mine is to be a caregiver to those I love most in the world.
Happiness is fulfilling one's purpose.
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