On What Grows


It seems like a nice time of year to slow down, and even though it’s summer it’s always grey. I wish we could sit down and you could say all of the terrible things you think about me so they might stop dripping out slowly, ruining what small common ground we have left. Statements like that are like salt on the earth, nothing is going to grow there now.

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