Oh the days.
My house is big and my little body doesn't need it all.
But my tea does, and the sounds from my record player do as well.
They fill it warm and settle the dust in the air so that I drift and feel comfortable.
I think about being a grandma.
And still always about adventures.
Do you need some toilet paper? How about some towels?
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