I can feel the heat of the morning sun on my forehead as I type these words. I sit in the sunroom, worshipping the rise of our nearest star. I don’t know what the solar plexus is but I think mine is awake right now and feeling, in a word, “happy”. Those of us who hail from parts of this globe that are shrouded in darkness and cold for a good portion of …
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