Poem Of The Day
When I was a tow-headed boy in summer camp, I'd send myself to sleep by
recreating the full day from reveille to lights out. In my twenties, I
made up a simple game for myself. At each day's end, I'd ask myself this
question: What were your day's three highlights? I'd try to recall the
simplest sensory moments. Later, I started playing it with my wife.
Poem Of The Day
Poem Of The Day
Poem Of The Day
Poem Of The Day
Poem Of The Day
Poem Of The Day
Poem Of The Day
Poem Of The Day
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