Every year, the same
traditions,
the same memories
binding us together.
There are those
who think of them
as a mud that
weighs down
our feet,
keeps us from moving.
I like to think
they are the mortar
that holds together
our House.
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About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
