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Item Relocation


Moving is about item relocation.  On the move.  That's why they call it moving.
Packing is the thing, going through the previous days of life.  All important, all ended with decisions made and incoherent dreams.
Some remembered, others ignored.  Clear out the house.  Out with the dusty, old, heavy furniture.  Bring in the new dust.  Find an electric drill.  Break it down to the frame.
Tired and moaning.  We know we weren't expected.  It's the only way.

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