Today was the final onslaught in the clean out of Margaret's home.
That meant the odd treasure, a lot of stuff that is almost certainly trash and more dust than I can handle.
I went outside and stood next to the native flowers.
Margaret loves those flowers. They were planted by a neighbour.
I should have picked some while I had the chance.
I didn't.
I guess the flowers aren't actually going anywhere but I won't be able to go and just pick them any more.
It's kind of sad but it's best not to dwell. Anyway, my eyes were already legitimately watering from the dust.
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