Flight paths
Years ago, in the final months of my first marriage I bought a lovely duck-egg blue tablecloth. A quintessential cheery cloth, the kind you might see in children’s books, or Disney movies.
I knew what I was doing, even if I never acknowledged it to myself. I was trying to save a relationship that couldn’t be saved.
It’s not complicated. Adding beautiful t…
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