Reality is a sound, you have to tune into it, not just keep yelling. -Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
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It's so wet here, the leaves turn into slippery predators lying in wait for the unwary, those with poor traction. They wish to drag others down with them to the ground but passing school-girls don't point and laugh at the leaves as they fall. They don't know their own cruelty, that hurts more than the hard embrace of cold unforgiving pavement.
1 comment:
It's so wet here, the leaves turn into slippery predators lying in wait for the unwary, those with poor traction. They wish to drag others down with them to the ground but passing school-girls don't point and laugh at the leaves as they fall. They don't know their own cruelty, that hurts more than the hard embrace of cold unforgiving pavement.
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