I like the idea of the Great Wall just being a fence some cranky neighbor put up.
It was a fun wordplay.
Whenever I try to do this, take something apart to clean the parts, I get worn out after I’ve taken it apart and then I have a dirty pile.
I like the idea that muslin can be so clean that it shines.
Best honeymoon ever.
I used to think the number of pizza places and donut shops defined the size of a town. Hrm. Maybe it does.
The snake didn’t know Vachel, didn’t know that it never had a chance.
This is what goes inside my head when I prevent myself from eating a cookie.
I had wayyyyy too much fun writing this week.
Are you morally bereft? It depends on how you act, but it also depends on where your morals lay.
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