They are powerful things, those deep grooves of habit.
I can make up my mind to change certain habits of thought, but it doesn't seem to matter. I am still compelled down paths of mental routine I don't want to take anymore. I see myself taking the steps, unable to stop.
Well of course I can stop. Dammit. And I will. I will!
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These stained glass ornaments are among my favourites. I stuck them onto the two shades of the lamps purchased secondhand from my niece's grandmother's house.
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