It has snowed, yet again. Petunia was a good girl and did her thing in the backyard. I was ready to shovel but there was more snow coming so I just headed to work and will take care of things when I get back tonight. Unless our neighbors take pity upon us and help us out again...
People have called me a goldfish - I have no memory. Or a very selective memory. I'm missing whole years of my life but can remember all the words to odd Disney and Dirty Dancing songs (Aaahhh-riel! Stay, just a little bit looonger...). So, this is a clear little bowl for me to hold my treasures and peer out while you peer in.
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection” - Anais Nin
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