"So if you are too tired to speak
Sit next to me
For I, too
Am fluent in silence" 🍂🍂
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Earrings
April truly is the cruelest month, especially in Augusta during the first full week, breeding dogwoods and azaleas into dreams of a green jacket on Sunday. I won’t go into it about badges; suffice to say my family received. I was dating some loser the year I was twenty-two or -three, and I was taking him to the Par 3. At least I was until the night before.
By Harper Lewis2 days ago in Writers
Holding the Line for a Hundred-Year Wish
When the phone rang, I was resting on the sofa. That afternoon, I’d helped my neighbor, Old Zhang, carry two bags of cement. Twenty years ago, two bags would have been nothing. But I can't do it anymore; my chest felt tight as soon as I finished, and I had to lie down for half an hour just to catch my breath.
By Water&Well&Pageabout 12 hours ago in Writers
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