The water came early and welcoming -- blessid is the shower. The bedroom had lost its nested haven and even the light that slanted through the blinds felt frigid. I may now be up, but I was warm. There is clarity in water. The simple moments underneath its spray bring insight, and the flow reminds me of the passing of all things. Under water's
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Or laying down and letting the soap clean you by friction. You 1 Soap 0
Or by having your favorite Cookie sing to you while you take that shower and maybe even, if you say please, pick up the soap for you... You 3 Soap 1 (he he)
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Way to bring the Zen of the soap back to the burlesque of the pub on "pour and pray" night. You may not be my handmaiden de soap until you have gotten better.
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