An important part of my leaving-Bob daydream was the place I would live in without him -- an uncluttered white space full of nothing but me. And perhaps a coffee table. And a bowl of perfect green apples. Joni Mitchell on the stereo. A white rug.
(Contributed by Catherine McKay)
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