The inner gladness
The joy of being alive
The simple pleasure of seeing and hearing and feeling
Life when it is not in pain or discomfort
Just being and being and being here
The simple gladness of it
The joy of simply being alive.
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Like a cool fragrant breeze being brushing the face, inner gladness on and often whispers to you, in unexpected moments even. Lovely write. Thanks for sharing.