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my nails are painted and they weren’t painted by me.  i have the keys to a car that i didn’t pay a thing for.  i have a new dress hanging in my closet because i just needed something for easter.  i say that i’m totally uninspired to choreograph a song and i’m able to recruit… Continue reading blessed

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amidst chaos we’re trying to keep a grip on what today is, what yesterday was, and what tomorrow reminds us of.  it’s been a busy day here at the sinclair house, full of people prone to accidents, shaky legs from said accidents, and watching every step we take and where our hands might be. in… Continue reading trying.

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[song] Keith Urban’s “Shine”. i can’t get away from the very first line — Winter’s weighing on your shoulders, It’s hanging around a little too long.  it’s sad and altogether too true.  i didn’t want to wear my wintercoat tonight.  but i did.  i didn’t want to get snow on my shoes this morning.  but… Continue reading