tonight, i celebrated 40 years with a friend, saw some old friends who i haven't seen for almost 2.5 years, and spilt beer with another dear friend who gave me one of the highest compliments i may have ever known.
'you're an unalloyed joy.'
unalloyed.
Not in mixture with other metals; pure.
Complete; unqualified: unalloyed blessings; unalloyed relief.
this complimentary friend, a well-disciplined and precise writer by trade, who has 10 or more years on me warms my heart in a way, unimaginable.
one-of-a-kind?
true?
pure?
that words, such as these, could be uttered about my humble grace
astounds
and at once
relieves.
i am
good, strong, amazing
enough.
i am.
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