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This husband of mine…
Is very aware…of those seemingly invisible floaters…you know that stuff that fills a sunbeam if you shake a blanket near a window…his wife thinks nothing of them…he avoids them…at all cost… Not sure where it comes from…most possibly from days working in the cotton gin…noting the importance of not breathing in all the gunk in the air…have learned kindly…to not fluff blankets…punch pillows…or shake towels within one’s breathing distance…or near food… And then it happened…was eating an Alamo Turkey sandwich…found it was hiding some potent jalepeno peppers…disassembled it…at the same time…flipped open the carrier to get a bandana…and there it was…a sudden oh no…what if some floaters from the case lid…flew onto the Alamo sandwich…had to pause…laugh…shocked almost…that this thought…had even occurred… And so it is…in the garden of life…how quickly a little seed can grow once planted…through gossip…social media…repetition… And how important it is…for the gardener…to weed out the unhealthy…the dangerous…ensuring the fruitful…gets the time and nutrients it needs…to grow…and flourish… And this husband of mine…agrees…
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