river of stones – Irish Oats

Sharmin 1 January, 2012
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Oat grains fall out across the counter and escape to hide in cracks I never knew existed in the grout. They are not the orderly army of fiber I thought I commanded. They turned into a guerrilla attack against my sanity in the new year.

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