It’s like being at the eye of the storm. When I am lying looking at her, she dissipates my anxieties and while I know that the storm rages all around me, I am in a safe haven where I can just ‘be’ for a while. I love her calm, graceful pose and elegant dress sense and I like her companionable silence. She is inscrutable, imperturbable, impervious to the ‘noise’ of everyday existence. In some way, without trying, she enhances who I am and leaves me untroubled …
She has been with me a long time and, unlike me, does not seem to age or have a ‘bad hair’ day which is cheering! She has been variously glued together – before I knew her – and has been through the dishwasher and survived – which, I think, only adds to her charm …
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