Writing about love and peace

Is hard for me.

It can sound too hopeful, optimistic, do goody-good, promising of a better world.

Right now that better world is difficult for me to see.

But all I know is I've read too much bitterness and anger for now. And if I want a gentler, more loving message, sometimes it has to start with my own actions.

So here it is, a smile, a tear, for all of us struggling to make it in this fearsome, strange, beautiful, world.

With all of my heart.

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