my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.
It’s kind of funny how these were things my mom did when I was growing up but I never realized until recently that it was her starting fresh.
Girl’s Love Stories #66
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