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Sunday, March 28, 2004

I was forgotten so I didn't go. Instead the house cleaning was for naught and the pretty marigolds sit unnoticed in the pots. The cats lounge on the carefully straightened quilt my mother made, straightened just in case anyone saw it. Another slow Sunday. I'm about to head out for that elusive perfect shower curtain that will bring underwhelming joy in my consumer driven heart. If only I find just the right curtain, then world peace will bloom and my hair will stop falling out.


Puff and his green eyes.

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