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So, here I am this soft mellow morning with a persistent itch on the brain. It tells me I should have been more … patient … understanding … tolerant … in the family encounter of yesterday.
It’s closely followed by another itch that tells me my behavior was … direct … honest … overdue.
Then something that doesn’t feel itchy in the slightest says “There’s the mirror old girl. Take a look.”
“Bad bitch, good bitch – is LOOKING-KNOWINGNESS affected by these arguing itches?”
The itching bitching wags its tail. What a good game! Toss me another story to tear up!
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echoes from emptiness 
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Laughter, only laughter 🙂
Cracks me up too dearest Christine – and to think we took it all so seriously!
Wagging
~ ml
C’mon over Dearest ML I got so many juicy stories getting tossed here we could tear UP that ol’ Mirror… the we-she thinks…and thinks…and thinks. :O
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Wee-she! I like that. Tuck her away in the third-person department and let her shred stories to her heart’s content. Meanwhile YOU are blissfully unaffected, no?
Love to you dear Leslie. Sure wish I could “c’mon over” …
~ ml
I love it!
🙂 – woof and wag
You are so filled with insightfulness, that is good.
Thank you trepid – I’m glad you find something here that resonates for you!
~ miriam louisa
Well seen! Isn’t one doing that all the time? ‘May be I should have…. but on the other hand… May be I was too cautious… too daring… ‘