I am not a thing that is grateful for having become something else. I am a woman, I am a person, I am attention, I am a body looking out the window. Just as the rain is not grateful for not being a stone. It is rain. Perhaps this is what one could call being alive. No more than this, but this: alive. And only alive is a gentle joy.
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