I desperately need to somehow make SOMETHING better, right now. . . .

. . . so I guess I will go out and plant the new flowers.

I wish I could replant myself, in some other place, maybe in some other time, even.

My husband is a gem. He brought me new flowers to plant. Somehow, he always knows. . . .

I should cook him a meal some time.


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