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No I am not despairing despondent of low mood

nor socially anxious reclusive painfully shy

neither fearful of open spaces heights depths

nor phobic of germs bridges dogs air travel cars.

I am not suspicious of black cats sidewalk cracks ladders

obsessed with terrorism crime violence evildoers

nor disdainful of capitalism consumerism modern culture.

I’ve simply become very fond of my pajamas

my bed and its pillows and blankets my mug

of hot tea the blue sofa the quiet lamp the

stories playing on the small bright screen

and the heavy purple curtains pulled shut

around the early long dark winter night.

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