There lived in a forest a fox and a stork who passed each other virtually every day and they both had that regional quirk where they were invariably civil and polite while secretly despising the other but they were also sensitive and neither wanted to be accused of being practitioners of the 'Seattle Freeze...'
You almost came out at your part-time job, planned a date with HR and everything, but you backed out at the last second. For a few weeks the shame had been trickling in slowly, but suddenly it started coming by the bucketful.
"I'm walking in our lake," another stated. "The water comes to my ankles. But I'm two hundred feet from the shore. I'm supposed to be swimming." Dying fish were nearby, laying on their sides, looking desperate and disappointed.
A girl buttons solid f(r)onts A girl undoes (parenthetical) reruns A girl understands that fonts frame meaning A girl stands tall in threads of well-read seams
Nice, together, in the face of perfect terror Looking at the files redacted At the P O T U S, who acts like a loony attacks the people in Minnesota he can come in and milk us with agents of ICE
It is against the law for bombs to sleep on the sidewalk but less fortunate bombs are shelterless or as some say unsheltered no silo nor anywhere else to go
A shadow’s echo speculates by the bleached wall of papyrus An incense stick crumbles into ash — a garden snake sheds its skin Falling back asleep inside the mirror of dreams The puddle’s canvas, catching watercolors of the rainbow rain
Losing another member of our group would be terrible, but the loss of a child is beyond compare. We’ve all been lucky. Hoping we’ve earned the right through good behavior to exit according to our position on the chronological timeline.
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