You know that Christa is settled in when....she starts alphabetizing her magnetic poetry!!
That's right folks, the world realigns for me when I alphabetize those glorious little magnets of eloquence. It is dazzling.
My favorite poem from my old fridge is this, ahem:
if love was pure
your black heart would crack
with the promise
of my kiss.
(I forgot, briefly, the golden rule: never refer to yourself in the third person, a misstep only topped by referring to yourself in plural. It sounds ridiculous and we apologize)
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