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stoop life.

Foos is feeling better, life is humming, our children are dreamboats.  I have recently reconnected with my maternal family, many miles, half-siblings, and borders away.  It has given me a lot to think about, and on the whole, made me happier/gloomier than usual.  But my life, my day to day, remains the same. There is a disconnect between the world in my head, and the world which I touch with my hands.  We have a wall of windows in the dining room, and every plant in that room, thrives, grows, multiplies.  I want to be that wall.

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