I’m grateful to the gardeners, down on their hands and knees decorating the world in multiple shades of purple, and to the bread bakers, filling the air we breathe with a yeasty aroma. I’m grateful to the miracle of the shortstops, extending themselves parallel to the ground, catching the ball and making the throw, all in one motion. I’m grateful to the…
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