Inordinary World

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I don’t remember when I stopped feeling with bursting excitement in the morning when the sun caressed my nose, or searching for the topmost cloud in the sky on the way home.  But children are here to remind us of the inordinary world we live in.  When my daughter clapped her hands at the passing of the migrating birds in the crispy autumn air, I once again saw the wonders that I had long forgotten.

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