The same news, day in day out. We listen for slight variations as nationalists take over one country after another. Dirty dishes balance high in piles before we tackle them, gingerly and firmly with liquid lemon soap on a sponge. Always the glasses sparkle before the cups, saucers, spoons, forks, plates and pots. Always I sponge and you towel, slowly. Deliberately. While the news hour drones on around us.
Cement grey sky gives
no hint of the light snow that
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