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for the first time in years, she is cooking every single meal, she is packing lunch for spouse, she is making coffee at 6am, only having slept maybe 2 hrs, she is wearing a bra, she is putting clothes in their spots, she is going to grocery, she is sweeping up strange lint from floor, there is fruit and bleached surfaces, there are fresh flowers, the trash is not haphazard, the bed is made, the bed is made, the bed is made.

there is peace

for now

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MARble said…
my bed is never made
6:37 AM
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