My steering wheel is sticky. It has honey on it. And pear. And chocolate. And tears. It has sun screen. And lip balm. And 97 octane super unleaded. It has orange peel. And ink. And a little caramel.
My steering wheel is sticky. But I'm used to it now.
Sunday
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Beautiful and so thought provoking. I can feel that each thing you list has a story of its own. I wonder how many things in our lives are built up with these patterned memories.
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