and give yourself permission
to lie on your bed like a snow angel
for as long as it takes
to watch this evening's moon
through your window
rise slow--as slow as silver--
up from the darkening trees.
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We must always remind ourselves to give ourselves permission to watch the life around us, even if it is as slow as silver. Thanks, Ann. Great poem.
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