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Sometimes
doing the same thing every morning is safe and familiar.
Sometimes
saying the same thing every day is like putting on a lead coat.
Sometimes
returning dirty dishes to be rewashed, I wonder, “Is it worth it?”
Sometimes
I am mean and impatient and full of guilt.
Sometimes
I see that I live in great comfort.
Sometimes
I think evil thoughts.
Sometimes
his warm hands on my feet are all I have.
Oh Kim. And sometimes just another warm body in the bed is enough. Take care
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Hi, Judith. I hope you’re doing well. Spring is finally in the air here, and life is looking bright. Thanks for reading.
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