Something I’d like to mention before I go back to reading. In the rain a week, week and a half ago. I stared at the puddle on the ground, nestled in a deep recess in the crimson brick. The rain droplets pounded harder, faster into the water. It looked just like a starfield wavering in the dark sky, changing faster than fire flickering. Stars above us, stars below us. Maybe that means there are stars among us. Whereever you stars are, please please please, make yourselves known to me. I need to meet all the stars that I can.
[Unspeakable hope. –K]
***Why in the name of all that is good would you carbonate fruit? Maybe I've just got issues with the need to make fruit more resemble soda/Pop Rocks in order to get kids to eat it. What does that say about our society? Is it any wonder that we're turning ourselves into lackadaisical lumps, weak, slothful? (Lest you try to call me a hypocrite, let me head you off at the pass by saying that yes, I drink a lot of soda and energy drinks to buoy myself through any given work day.)
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Yes, I have not enough time for everyone. Writ's going to be the first to get short shrift.
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