it is not a new story, but one told through this voice, this time. . . the voice that strives to hear itself in truest form. . . it is an exercise in muscle, a peeling and a prying away, a pushing through and a purpose of being.
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Limed: fermented, not forgotten
I had a couple of aesthetic experiences with limes recently,
the first having spent a good amount of time in a fridge, the second in Sangria.
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