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I am a mess and so is my home

Mornings are the messiest

It’s the mad dash, the frantic pulling on of socks, the unforgiving clock

Clearing only enough space on the counter to make my coffee

Counter space reveals so much about a person

The space we clear in the chaos

Just enough room for your center of gravity

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