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I love that moment when a friend averts their eyes - to gather the threads of the story they intend to tell - and we lean in to catch it.I love the resonance of raindrops doinking gently on my black and broad-brimmed Amish hat.
I love that toads live in our cellar - warty house guards who take crickets and bring good luck - or so I'm happy to believe.
I love the eight-eyed spiders who stalk prey in high corners and leave no cobweb behind. Jumping spiders - too quick - I love their way of moving - jerky little teleports.
I love the sunbeam that re-makes a room to a sudden work of art. I love my wife's drowsy, feline pleasure in the warmth of slanting sunshine.
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