Some Days

Like a lot of writers, some days I feel pretty good about my writing. I'm happy about it, content for little blocks of time. They always end, but they're very nice. I walk around with a smile or I'm ready to smile very easily.Strangers seem kind. Everyone likes me immediately. Children are drawn to me. If I happen to pass a Jehovah's Witness on the street, he or she tells me I don't have to worry about going to hell. Something of my satisfaction radiates.

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