Thursday, May 7, 2015. On a cloudy day not long ago the sun broke through and pierced my shoulders with her graceful heat. The line of my clothing visible long after I took them off. Light left her mark and infused me with life. When the sun hits my skin I respond, my shoulders curl back and I look up. Through leaves it cuts a line of steely strength and vibrance, I see spots. Cool shadows melt and make space for a warmth so tangible you can wrap your hands around it.

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The Magic Eraser Really is Magic. When I was in my third year of university, I moved into a house with 5 other girls. I grew up living with three brothers, so I had high hopes about how a pack of girls would take care of a house. I have a very clear memory of what the bathtub looked like upon my arrival. It was black, stained and in general just plain disgusting! I find the best way to use the eraser is to get right into the tub or to throw your body over side and clean from your knees.