Drippy candles, made by the air current from the furnace vent. It's a love-hate, actually. But mostly love.
Thrifted curiosities. This tiny pot, found several years ago in the jumble on a thirft-store shelf became the perfect thing for corralling the daily dose of vitamins. I use it every day.
Dead Wake. Historical. True. Heartbreaking.
Covert plans. Sometimes I swear the boys don't eat the fresh bananas because, secretly, they want banana bread.
Evidence. Of fire and friendship and more to come.
Same, only different (I about died!)
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