Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of His And Mine Are The Same

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This husband and I…

Seem to be rescuers…first it was kitties…feeding the hungry…loving the lonely…but now that those sweeties are gone…

The rescuing has taken a turn…an interesting turn…a ridiculous turn…a we-wish-we-could-but-can’t-help-ourselves…turn…

Those shelves at Goodwill…lined with doo dads…abandoned…outcast…no longer cherished…the knowledge that if one stays there too long…it’s the dumpster for sure…

Feeling the pull…little by little…to do a little rescuing…that bunny…those kitties…the pretty glass elephant…two old folks ooh and ahhing…chuckling and giggling…getting a kick out of…slowly but surely…cluttering up New Home…with useless new treasures…

And then there it was…calling to rescuer me…from a pile on a bottom shelf…making sense of this thing we call us…the rhythm…the in syncness…the finding humor in the same stupid stuff day after day…

Soulmate…yes Goodwill…yes indeed…Soulmate it is…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…