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Minikin's Journal

Routine Ramblings of an Occasionally Interesting Housewife

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She got some
Ecstacy is reckoned in ounces. Unmeasured, absorbed in flannel, guarded by rubber, wrapped and tucked away for later sentimental cleaning.

Not wiped away but suffused into healing soul.

Sleep, deep and imaginative. Spies and shops and shows and streets and stairs and scooters.

Light comes too early in the Lincoln room, but there is always much to do in the daytime.

Read, eat, swim, shop, home and home, clean and praise.