The milk dropp on the bib.
Coffee, tea?
Did I brush my teeth?
That little bleeding knee
The shopping list
The parking fee
My haircut
The trip to the country
The spot on the rug
That grade of ‘’D”
That email to write
That warm, wet c…
Those lovely breasts
All the daily minutiae
With no end
Is it not the daily minutiae of life that constitute life, in all its beauty, its mundanity, its unpredictability yet stability? I enjoyed this.... t x
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i loved details...it's just like your daily routine.seriously can't live without them (lol) but the best part of the details i'd like most, when i woke up the next morning, still breathing and lively.that's awesome, really really awesome.