Oven,+Stove,+and+a+Forehead+-+Anjali

all a part of everyday life. Malls, posh eateries, and beggars; the sights love eyes, an open wallet. Laborers, street-sweepers, and one’s feet; can’t wait to end their toil, but must keep working. Are we not all the same? Why must we separate ourselves? one may as well find a companion in all of those, But we have this notion of hierarchy. How foolish. || http://stonewall.nist.gov/CONTENT/wall199c.jpg ||
 * =//**Oven, Stove, and a Forehead **//= || [[image:ca-rhapsodicwritingsch1:500px-Speaker_Icon_svg.png link="http://broadcast1.caryacademy.org/faculty/Briarly_White/poetry/chapter4/anjalin4ovenstoveforehead.mp3"]] ||
 * Smog, dust, and daisies;