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The fog has cleared and snow fallen upon it all. The backbone of this week is broken and a heart had some time to be mended, or at the very least, calmed. Im still waiting for that particular Email, but since mine is not read, an answer can not be sent.

Waiting. A not too popular activity, right? Like a frozen snowflower inbetween two windowglasses. Blocking the light, the view, as being the view itself. A cklock that ticks but does not move. A womans life full of waiting. For someone or something. Him, her and the milestones set by life itself. A constant way of being.? 

A dear friend said once: don't look down on housewives. And i never will again.