There’s this garden that I walk by on my way to work. Like many of those surrendered to original maturity, I used it as a great doorway into the ruined city. In tight spirals I rolled and fell across the blue carpet of a hill. With no respect for boundaries my body experienced greatly accelerated warming, until I reached a deep crack between the stalls.
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