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| Gluten-Free Vegan Potato Salad - Simplicity |
I am thinking of you. As I pack. Folding linens into squares (next to impossible with fitted sheets). Wrestling with rebellious hangers. Cradling white soup plates in sheets of recycled paper. Boxing and taping and labeling our material life once again. Our seven year journey westward now migrating east. Back to the Cape.
Cape Cod, Massachusetts.
Where we first met.
Where we first touched, shaking hands goodbye at the end of a six week painting class (it would take you two and a half years to call me and invite me for coffee).
Where I raked up a post-hurricane marriage and as I sorted through tree limbs and debris saw the biggest rainbow curve high above the destruction.
Where I set up my freedom cottage as a single mother, living in 350 square feet by wits and faith.
Where I learned to trust my instincts. And snip free the soft lies agreed upon.
Where you finally did call.
Where we began our marriage. Our life as parents. Best friends. Lovers. Painters.
Where I most feel at home. By the New England sea.
Returning. With sand in my shoes that I never shook free.
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| Gluten-Free Vegan Potato Salad - Simplicity |
I am thinking of you. As I pack. Folding linens into squares (next to impossible with fitted sheets). Wrestling with rebellious hangers. Cradling white soup plates in sheets of recycled paper. Boxing and taping and labeling our material life once again. Our seven year journey westward now migrating east. Back to the Cape.
Cape Cod, Massachusetts.
Where we first met.
Where we first touched, shaking hands goodbye at the end of a six week painting class (it would take you two and a half years to call me and invite me for coffee).
Where I raked up a post-hurricane marriage and as I sorted through tree limbs and debris saw the biggest rainbow curve high above the destruction.
Where I set up my freedom cottage as a single mother, living in 350 square feet by wits and faith.
Where I learned to trust my instincts. And snip free the soft lies agreed upon.
Where you finally did call.
Where we began our marriage. Our life as parents. Best friends. Lovers. Painters.
Where I most feel at home. By the New England sea.
Returning. With sand in my shoes that I never shook free.
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