I Can’t Fix Me If I Can’t See Me

Sunshine is like marriage. Today my house was in order and was CLEAN until the sun peeked out. The state of my house hadn’t changed but my sight had. I saw smudges and dust everywhere.
I’m a widow now, but bouncing off John had been as good an illuminating sun.

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