I hung the silvery wind chime on the shower curtain pole.
"But there's no wind blowing in the bathroom", he said
Sometimes we are asked to be magnificent in places that are not celebrating our presence.
On occasion, there WON'T be a breeze urging our chimes,
our voices, to clamor, but we must still speak,
still be eloquent
still be beautiful...
"So, YOU, blow on it", I replied......
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