Joy feels elusive lately. But I spy blooms
On the cactus, just in time for Thanksgiving.
Yes,

Just in time to mend
Our aching hearts, 
Yearning for light on these dim late-autumn days.

Joy says,
Open up, unfold, hold your head high.
You only lose when you give in to the darkness.

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