I do dishes. Therefore, I am.
I actually had a job doing dishes once. I was a young teenager and worked part time at a local diner. I scraped a lot of half-eaten food off of plates in my time.
Now I do dishes as part of a bigger more meaningful chore known as life. It has become one of my reasons of being. I come home everyday after work and rediscover the sinks of my destiny. The dishes and I are one. Without each other we cease to exist.
forever with the wrinkled finger-tips
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