poetry

Cleaning my apartment thoroughly seems to always require the arrival of a visitor (usually my mother).

And then, rather than starting with the tedious vacuuming, mopping, or even picking up – I often begin by opening a closet or drawer and exploding the contents onto the scene. Basically, I tear the place apart.

On the road - we visited EchoDitto our blog behind the screeners...
they were all moving into another world and we captured a moment of Nicco, forever...

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