Love & War, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff


She has suitcases full of clothes; scarves she folds and refolds and saves for the coldest winter day,that dress she will wear when the weather is just right, those cute shoes that just need a fresh coat of polish or glue to hold them together. There is a box full of… stuff; gift bags she swears she will reuse, a little floormat that she will lay out -one day; a washing basket – she’s sure she can use that for something. But all that stuff, like people, has taken up too much space in her vacuum. The suitecases are spilling over and the boxes just make the room look clustered. She doesn’t wear those scarves and that dress is just not her anymore. She is changing, morfing, evolving, and that’s ok. Change comes and change is necessary…

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