I always eat cherries straight from the bag –
brown paper smudged with juice – I risk
the stain. I pour milk from the carton.
I grab at life.
I spill things in my rush. I’m grass-stained,
snag-nailed, over-booked, laughing at myself.
I can’t make cakes.
For Misky’s Twiglets.
That’s gorgeous! You have such an eye for the significant detail.
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Thank you so much!
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Lol! Great.
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It is good as well as a relief to be different.
I had three… mothers to be ‘unlike’.
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Great images here, Sarah!
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Cherries. Bags. Me, too. Thanks for popping by for this week’s prompt, Sarah.
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Love this, Sarah.
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