Sometimes on Twitter, I list out little joys in my day or week or month or whatever. Small things. Seemingly inconsequential things. Poems where delight is the only purpose.
It’s sort of like a gratitude list, except gratitude is tricky. Gratitude lists feel incomplete to me. If I’ve listed out the things I’m grateful for, then the question that follows …
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