Clean lines
She straightened and organized her humble abode-
She had too it distracted her from the waves of thought she liked to keep a safe distance from.
The quick movements of dusting and wiping kept her body busy enough at least for a short while
The rain fell upon the panes of the windows and she thought it is a perfect morning to straighten-
She could not run or exercise frantically because of the weather so this was the ideal alternative
She balanced her checking account for the third time in a week,
She reorganized every drawer and looked up quotes –she loved beautiful writing.
She sequenced her photos and sent out a card .
She tried not to think too much.
This was usually a vicious cycle of stagnant thoughts filled with regret and sadness.
So the rain would lessen, the place was lemony fresh, the beds were made
and the lines were clean-
So she went for a run as long and hard as she could
Until the thoughts came again
In drops, then trickles then downpours – just like the rain.
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