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Apr 2019
I wash my hands,
And wring them dry,
Watching my worries,
Disappear with the grey water,
Down the plughole of life.
β€˜You can’t wring your hands and roll up your sleeves at the same time.’
- Patricia Schroeder
annh
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annh  F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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