In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind,
With tranquil restoration:—feelings, too,
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love....
~William Wordsworth, 1798
Today, my heart is a little heavy, and more confused then it's been in a while. What better way to help work it, then give a little more love. Perhaps one day it will make more sense. Perhaps.
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