Some days,
it’s the tilt of a chubby face,
bright sun on rosy cheek,
smiles a daring smile.
Holders of doors,
thankyous said.
A girl with a broken wiper
gets help in the cold,
and someone lets you in on the highway.
Some days,
we’re in the matrix.
Some days
Aremyfeetofftheground 
I hope for many days in the matrix!
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As do I, Carol! I hope you’re doing okayl
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Thanks, Lee. We are hanging in there. Hope all is well with you and yours as well.
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