She would often sit in her window seat reminiscent of Carol King's Tapestry back in the 70's. It was an album she had heard her mother play over and over during the divorce. Songs that with mundane repetition eventually brought peace.
She was drawn to unstructured garments, loose and flowing in colours of the earth, shades of tree-bark, sand and stones. Dressing this way gave her balance to the disciplined 8 to 5 that she kept daily.
Books with sticky notes were found in every room, on tabletops and on floors amidst the hard to reach dust bunnies. She often read two or more at a time, one fiction and one that wasn't, just so she wouldn't get too confused. She did not have a cat.
"Way over yonder is a place that I know."
Songs that with mundane repetition eventually brought peace. (Click to Tweet)
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