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The chipped mug I keep reaching for anyway
Saturday mornings used to be clinic notes and urgency. Now they're for the good light in the kitchen and this old mug with the chip in it — used to bother me, the sharp edge of it. Getting to where I think the crack is what makes it mine.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
I've got a pick that's worn a groove where my thumb sits. Never fixed it, because that groove knows the work better than I do. Chips are just memory you can hold.