I keep my knife so sharp that even slicing celery is easy peasy—
none of that skin left frayed at the edges.
My crisp cuts are cleaner than
hers
ever were; and
I dice the carrots much quicker than she
ever could do,
even while counting all of the times
she’d combed my hair with her slender fingers.
We used to have the same hands;
well-made for cooking, and raking tangles.
A beautiful tribute Kindra.
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Thank you, Aurora ❤
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Thank you!
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My Pleasure Ms. Kindra. I try not to miss your post, you have a raw edge to your talent besides looking absolutely gorgeous and making my blog look gorgeous. Enjoy your April.
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You’re so kind! 🙂 Thank you. I’m sending love and good vibes to you. Peace ❤
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Bravo!
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Thank you so much!
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Absolutely beautiful, Dearest. Brava. ❤
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Thank you, Darling Sir!
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Always
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Such a wonderful piece.
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Thank you, Sarah! ❤
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