Coffee.
An old book.
Windows.
Bright morning glare.
My fingernails amaze me,
As do the wine bottles
reflecting the
streaming sunlight.
That anything exists --
chairs,
coffee,
books,
windows,
the sun,
fingernails,
wine --
is equally wondrous
and . . .
wondrously equal.
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