gratitude feels something like rain on the thirsty soul,
something like presence to the lonely soul--
wine to the weary soul.
may this gratitude meet up with praise--oh my soul, sing!
sing!
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in my favorite corner of the library
- a room with a view (e.m. forster)
- anna karenina (leo tolstoy)
- dickens. anything dickens.
- mrs. dalloway (virginia woolf)
- my name is asher lev (chaim potok)
- tess of the d'urbervilles (thomas hardy)
- the boy who ate words (thierry dedieu)
- the brothers karamazov (fyodor dostoevsky)
- the help (kathryn stockett)
- till we have faces (c.s. lewis)
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