A Finely Wound Cord, pt 2

by Joy Monger

Remember when I said that if living with a man till death do us part meant a lifetime of finely wound cords, then sign me up?

Well, this is what my cords are looking like these days:

And my storage containers are all mapped and labeled.

And my bikes hung by user.

I’m just sayin.

Where do I sign up?

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