It Doesn’t Matter How Old I Get, I’ll Always Have a Bowl of Rotting Fruit on My Counter

Some things never change.

Photo by Giorgio Trovato on Unsplash

This is my life, and I have come to accept it.

This came down to the mantra, out of sight, out of mind.

Ultimately, I don’t mind the rotting fruit because, in the end, it prompts me to do what I do best.

Mother, writer, user of too many hastags.

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