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Needed this, dear Sue - the perfect poem for my very own right-now.

Have just written down this part in my journal: "remember why I am here to rid myself of must-do‘s that no longer will do."

Please claim this hug: 🤗

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H..H..H..U..U..U..G..G..! Right back atcha!

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Loved the Peter Herrmann photo. I have used several of his stark, empty, ruined old house images to inspire stories. This one you chose could not be more perfect for your poem - both as metaphor and literally. "New year, new life, / And new ways to shine." Yes, Sue! The January clean-out. I just put the finishing touch on mine yesterday - every drawer, cabinet and closet. It feels so good to be able to really breathe, doesn't it? Loved the poem!

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Thank you, Sharron. That photo makes me laugh every time I see it. You're right. It's perfect. No other photo even came close to the mental image of one's debris. I just cleared away Christmas and am taking a break. I cleaned out my comb drawer too. Just that for starters. I'm taking things little by little day by day. I should be all done with it by next December. And you're right again. Just cleaning that little drawer and throwing away half the junk and gunk in there gave me a buzz.

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