Every morsel of ourselves pained with appetite,
for substance, for love, for a stillness of the raging voice
that preoccupies us.
We are dust motes starved for affection,
unquiet hearts craving peace.
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Ordinary Handsome 
Boy, that’s wonderful. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you. A six a.m. thought. 🙂
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Thank you.
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This one speaks very prominently
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Thank you.
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A wonderful six a.m. thought! Ordinary mortals like us are rubbing sleep out of our eyes at that hour, much less have profound thoughts!
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I’m ordinary with a capital O. Sometimes my off-switch doesn’t work, that’s all. I’m a very early riser. 🙂
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EXCELLENT!!!
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Thanks so much. 🙂
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