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Wednesday, April 25, 2018

yerba buena

Ming thinks when H weeded the garden, he pulled my yerba buena.  Our only hope is that its roots were so deep and good, it'll come back.

Today we went for vegan donuts then to the dollar store for seeds, but there were no seeds.  Ming says he asked the worker, who showed Ming bulbs then slapped his own head.

The rug that outlived its usefulness, the new fish-shaped rug--dollar store things.  Cards to color.  Cabinet hooks.  Orange fake roses.

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