more clouds of kleenex

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Youngest child still has her cold, sheds crumpled tissues wherever she's been, her blithe disinterest in housekeeping inherited from me. If I squint, maybe I can imagine that I am in a sunny field, looking up at summer clouds...?

um... no, not really.

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