Lately and of late I have become weary of the company of fallen angels who have nothing better to do than chatter about the chains they are dragging along and to make matters more intolerable feeling compelled to blacken the future, near and far, with habits, hopes and pre-owned opinions which are nothing more than the same old rattling extrapolations of their cherished chains.

Thankfully and with thanks I have found some blessed relief from such wearisome shades. Newly arrived, and living next door shines the delightful, fresh, bubbly innocence of a baby who smiles when he sees me and lets me hold him and he drools on my hand and tries to gnaw on my knuckles and appears to find the present moment as sufficient as eternity.

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