the secret
is the surrender to life,
of letting
go, of rest, of stopping
and
not complaining about
the rain,
the ice or snow,
or the way
she puts your keys
in a place where you
can't find them.
she is who she is,
like weather.
you can't change that,
despite trying
every chance you get.
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