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nts: pink sundresses are just as see through as white ones when one is compelled to walk three blocks home in pouring rain.

Stupid neighbours. All three of them grinned at me from the front porch, very Indianly, as I sopped up my steps. Yes, yes, I had a green bra on. Get a life, guys.

Twenty-two degrees and glorious in Windsor tonight! Hallelujah!

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Two minutes ago I was standing in my kitchen, with its freshly polished sink, over a cheekily bubbling orange pot of tomato and chicken and vegetable, with the second long-handled wooden spoon in my hand. I was stirring. I was feeling the heat of the slanting afternoon sun and the steam from my brew. I was thinking about my mother, and how a pot of ( Read more... )

It has been many days since I've been motivated to share the things that have been happening in my life. Don't get excited, this won't be complete disclosure, either. All lives have untold stories. Mostly said stories are untold because they are painful ( Read more... )

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