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Okay, I was thinking this out and I decided I was going to write something on all seven and string them together cleverly. However, after writing them all, I really felt like this one was the strongest and would better serve as a stand alone piece.
Ray is wrapped tightly around me as the sweat cools on our bodies and our breath returns to normal. It hits me sometimes, in these moments- body sated, mind on the precipice of sleep - how truly blessed my life has become.
I have a posting I enjoy, where I feel not only that my talents are put to use, but that I am of great service to the people here as well.
I have a cabin I share with Ray, which has finally taught me the difference between a house and a home.
But most of all, by some great fortune, I have Ray here beside me.
I allow myself to wonder what I have done in my life to be granted such things, when surely there are others out there more deserving than myself.
I am so absurdly happy, it seems wrong. I tell myself this must be gluttony of the soul.
Perhaps I say it out loud, or perhaps he just knows where my thoughts dwell, because Ray says in a voice heavy with sleep,
"It ain't gluttony if you've been starvin', Ben."
Ray is wrapped tightly around me as the sweat cools on our bodies and our breath returns to normal. It hits me sometimes, in these moments- body sated, mind on the precipice of sleep - how truly blessed my life has become.
I have a posting I enjoy, where I feel not only that my talents are put to use, but that I am of great service to the people here as well.
I have a cabin I share with Ray, which has finally taught me the difference between a house and a home.
But most of all, by some great fortune, I have Ray here beside me.
I allow myself to wonder what I have done in my life to be granted such things, when surely there are others out there more deserving than myself.
I am so absurdly happy, it seems wrong. I tell myself this must be gluttony of the soul.
Perhaps I say it out loud, or perhaps he just knows where my thoughts dwell, because Ray says in a voice heavy with sleep,
"It ain't gluttony if you've been starvin', Ben."