I love joy, the kind that will linger…

and joy so small: fits the tip of my finger,

Joy in discovery and in exploration, too;

Vision without PTSD marring the view.

Rainbow colors of movement and sound

Orchestrated vibrance all around…

I raise my face to the bright warming sun

Lovingly I notice, that Joy has won!

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