of trash culled from my closet, that is. except, looking at the closet now, you wouldn't suspect it even after i told you exactly where i got the stuff from. things have a way of insidiously creeping into your space and growing surreptitiously until they could lay claim to their own corporate headquarters.
i hate preparing to move as much as i hate the move itself i think. and i hate the thinking before the preparing.
also, i sprain my shoulder lugging the bag out.
also, i sprain my shoulder lugging the bag out.
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same sentiments as you. Where to next & when?
dunno yet. all we know is that we approach the bend in the road..
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