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Maria Frodl, Musetouch.

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 On my windowsill when I got home, there was a tumbler with pink jelly in it, and embedded in the jelly, sliced strawberries and bananas… [my neighbour] cooks at odd hours. She must have made the strawberry jelly this morning. When I buy baklava, which is not often because I eat too many, I leave a few for her on her windowsill, with a headscarf over them so the wasps don’t come. For these little gifts we don’t thank each other with words. They are commas of care. 

You could punch me in the gut and it wouldn't hurt like watchin' you grow smaller on the back road.

Thanks for the poll request, anonymous! Keep 'em coming, folks.