I would prefer not to have broken my beautiful Danish plate - once upon a time hanging in the hall - but that's what you get when you walk round the flat with eyes closed after eyedrops... I used to love my eyes, now I see them as tiny machines with many things that can go wrong.
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Absolutely beautiful writing. I enjoyed reading some of your other short posts. Very poetic and magical!
Glad you enjoy, Zaynab. Thank you!
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