What is the secret to peace?

Is it the sun on our upturned faces on a cold February afternoon, a dog chasing birds across a wide and green meadow, the sweat running down our back as we till the garden soil, the comfort of favorite old shoes, the pittucking of a Nutall’s woodpecker on a rainy morning?

Is it the yellow moon on a winter’s night, a favorite song played again and again, the sound of a friend’s voice after a trying day at work, a hot cup of coffee in cold hands, or a wordless passion liberated in intimate pleasure?


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