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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."