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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be ---good.
I can't stand dull knives - but at least this one brought back a pleasant memory.
ReplyDeletetruth be told, grapefruit in general reminds me of her.
ReplyDeletebut also, not a sharp knife in her house.
wow, love is that sharp...
ReplyDeletepowerful writing..
A++
awwww! sweet!
ReplyDeleteenjoy the rally!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/04/02/for-your-kiss/
so often a kitchen is the place where the heart hangs out. hmmm interesting. :> loved it!
ReplyDeleteaw, thanks. sweet like a grapefruit.
ReplyDeleteThis great - encapsulates a moment in time and pins it to the page.
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