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Skipping stones

We wander in fresh air where all you can see, all around you, is pure green. We stop time with rosy cheeks and sunbeams. "To invent your own life's meaning is not easy, but it's allowed, and I think you'll be happier for the trouble." —Bill Watterson

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fall

There's crab grass everywhere and my garbage can rolls down the street in windstorms, clattering into a ditch by the shore. All my knives are dull and I should be writing. Every electrician or plumber looks around curiously but doesn't ask.

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