Edges
The top of the fridge where the spices live.
The dryer poetry.
Knowing where my towels are.
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Posted by Zhoen on Sunday, November 07, 2010
Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
The top of the fridge where the spices live.
The dryer poetry.
Knowing where my towels are.
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5 comments:
On top of my fridge - empty jugs for juice and water, ready for use, and a small bin that holds granola bars ready as snacks for the kids at school.
My dryer has no magnets.
My dishtowels hang on the bar of the oven door.
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I have magnets like that.
Actually, so does everyone I know...
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