She scrubbed the day off her skin. Falling to the floor like scraps from a bad meal, the moments of impatience, anger and frustration piled up, waiting to be thrown to the dogs. Her skin smoothed and she calmed. Water filled her pores creating pools of forgiveness. Soap lathered up hope for tomorrow.

A cleaner version of herself was she.

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