I was pulling my "squeeze towel" down to twist all of the excess water out of the squash to make our squash fritters today. I keep those old cotton threadbare towels for just this purpose, mostly because I don't like the feel of cheesecloth on my hands, I know, that's weird.
Anyway, I looked at the towel and laughed, thinking of the similarities in the old worn out rag and myself. We've both wiped a tear or two, wiped up a hot mess, been washed of it all, and hung out to dry fresh and renewed.
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