I am faced with clothing bundles. Things i will never fit into, things I could fit into but hate, and things I wonder why i ever bought. I am overwhelmed by clutter but seem to create it just like plaque in an artery. If only there were a pill -seems red wine doesn't really work but deadens the guilt temporarily. The clowns are me - the inexorable and nonplussed elephants are my clutter
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