Summer's here and my brain is shutting down. And my landlord is swapping out all my bathroom hardware, originally from 1978. And the only films I've watched lately are
Inside Out and
Life Itself—both popular and very worth seeing. Day after day I stare at this blank blogger rectangle, trying to think of things to type, but all that comes up is:
Trona Pinnacles
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| The tufa formations of my mind |
Badwater Basin
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| The salt flat of my mind |
This
White Mountains slag heap
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| Yup, the slag heap of my mind |
I'm hoping we go on a trip soon so I'll have something to write about. Otherwise, you're going to be seeing a post about my updated bathrooms. And we don't want that.
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