Wash, Rinse, Repeat

The tiny details used to
Clutch at the corners of my brain.
Must keep track, keep it together, keep it going, keep it all in.
Then. Slowly. Tiny tendrils of inspiration wrapped their vibrant green around my days and nights and days and nights.
The rhythm of routine drumming her steady love into the dusty corners of my mind. Singing me all the way from Sunday to Sunday.
The goddess of appreciation weaves herself in. In between baskets of laundry, bills, and bedtime, she stands within and shines.

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