7.21a Thursday

Hello, splendid Morning.Your pastel purple cloud hugging the hillside. Parallel to the geese flying in line low. Our to-do list chatter about groceries. The worn-out Pyrex sits on the counter. Forgotten from the dishwasher.I put away everything I thought.I thought wrongly.It happens?Yes, dear Morning.It does.

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