Fifty. Not 49 nor 51.

The noise was something that I hadn’t heard before. A whirring, droning noise. I wasn’t sitting in the dentist’s chair nor was I in an industrial area. My children were laying next to me fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the noise. My husband was sanding their bedroom, preparing to paint it.

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27 thoughts on “Fifty. Not 49 nor 51.

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