tentative structure for success in home maintenance
Tuesdays: trash bins / throwing things away night
Fridays: clean the fridge and compost night
Sundays: planting things day
When there is light, there is hope. When there is dark, there is hope. No one of us is limited to a bleak obsolescence, a mere side dish on the platter of fate. Does fate exist? I leave that up to you. Let the river rush through, as words, and let the high rocks crush and the trees hang me, until pain bleeds out and is no more. As we blink back our tears, the Earth drinks of them, and our smiles outshine the sun and rain, and all.
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