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I deeply regret ever setting foot in cities, living that despicable life, a rat in the modern gutters, an incalculable loss of several precious years.
April 4, 2022
I miss the cotton candy days.
The last snow was a little over a month ago and I miss it already. It’s so hot here this year. Mountain faces have turned almost snowless in just
Time on my tongue.
From the porch where the sharp midday shadow divides the earth into two: my cool mud house against the inferno outside— from this porch, I throw my