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This old gal…
Had a…well well well…would you look at that…moment…took our tri-weekly trip to Menards…followed this husband of mine up and down aisles…when what to my wondering eyes should appear…rags…a bag of rags…heading into that shopping cart of mine…shopping me…suddenly alert…still mourning the sudden loss of those oh so special…cleaning rags… Had a big project…he said…scouring the basement floors…need some rags…since we don’t have any anymore…that can be thrown away after use…seeing a pattern here…internal scoffer me…did the old…hah…we shall see if these…new…rags…rags in a bag…can hold a candle…to those worn-over-time-to-the-perfect-thickness-for-tiny-hands…rags… Dirty old basement floor…sent nearly the entire pack…packing…one of us hiding one in the now empty rag box…for future in depth evaluation and review…and guess what…rag snob me…was wrong…this time…these rags in a bag…were…are…perfect…for cleaning me…thin but not too thin…big but not too big… And so it is in life…how quickly…how easily…we can be replaced…that job…a friendship…a long term relationship…but it’s not about…being replaced…but about being…set free…this is the time…your time…to grow your wings…spread them wide…and fly…and perhaps…like this old gal…you will land…exactly where you were meant…to be… And this husband of mine…agrees…
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