I was baking in the kitchen in the house I grew up in. It was baking, it was art, and it was also somehow Lush branded, which made it fancy and special but I knew my family would just eat it and not know why it was special, so I was doing it for my own enjoyment. One thing I made was a lacy pillowcase made out of dough. The backside was solid, but
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I think you're right on about dealing with demons of the past. Reading your comment, I had a revelation about the cats of my childhood home as a deeper psychological symbol for me. I'm going to write a post about it.
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