The wallpaper in my mother's kitchen is striped vertically, in alternating columns of white and various fruit.
From my vantage point on the couch where I usually sit while posting, I look around for some topic to write on, and my eyes are always, invariably drawn to that wallpaper.
I want to lick it.
Like on Willy Wonka.
It doesn't taste like anything...
Sunday, December 19
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