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the newness

our new place, the husband loves it,
but that's him, loving, beautiful asleep
or awake

and me, takes awhile
but I have made 4 meals here,
and burning two fantastic candles
trying to shove myself into the corners even

I'm one of those

the husband loves it
because he is wonderful
and I'm not

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