I love slivers of sunlight streaking through gray storm clouds at a summer sunset, like slivers of God.
I love the slivers of chocolate and mint in those little Fannie May candies with the green sliver sandwiched neatly in the middle. When I was a kid, I would pull them apart ever so carefully and eat each piece individually.
I love slivers of truth in Freudian slips.
I love slivers of epiphanies as they hit you while you are pumping up the volume on a much-needed workout.
I love slivers of kisses in public and giggling that people will think we're too old to be acting this way.
I love slivers of breezes that fill the sails and make them luff and laugh with promise.
I love slivers of hope and revelation that dawn with the new day just when you think the night is closing in.
I love slivers.
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