The walls of my home offered me a fifteen foot crack as a morning greeting. The gaps filled with spoilage that's been tucked away for years. I rolled over in my nest of filthy blankets and ignored the shine of the gray morning sun through the fissures in the bedroom. In my head. I'm too old to behave this way, and it's been a long time coming. I should have been better prepared. After all, I have sown this crop over many, many months of careful inattention.
10:21 a.m. - 2017-01-16
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