Not a quiet weekend, but a good one: a wedding, the discrepancy between "good" shots (orange crush) and "bad" shots (liquid cocaine), the disappearance of Penelope in the autumn leaves, the harvesting of wee brussel sprouts, the first run of the new shoes, the consideration of happiness in poetry, and the way clean sheets feel, late at night, your body worn and the sweetness of your husband humming next to you.
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