There was a time when my kitchen was just a kitchen and not a raceway or a dog kennel. And, my living room was just a living room; it had never been a train station, a truck-filled construction zone, a jungle gym, a kitchen, a dance floor, or an animal-filled farm. But, I don't really remember that time and it sounds pretty dull to be honest.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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