Tag: Hearing rain that turns out to be the sound of the fan turning upstairs.
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Thou Shalt Not Judge
But I do & do it all the time. My mind is like a Venus Flytrap, snapping at a pheromone here & there for food, for nourishment, of course. The words keep moving around in this cosmic shell game of choosing one, when the words no longer have impetus & meaning & are also in […]
Riding the Light 