Thanksgiving 2015

In short, it was the most unremarkable of Thanksgivings. A long, shadowed quiet afternoon. Small, scraped helping hands. A blessing said at 5 pm. A game played before heading to sleep. Sweet and easily forgotten. Half formed memories that will blend into other years at the very same tables, with the very same people, eating the very same food.

But one does not need the extraordinary to give thanks.

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