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Stagnant

During my breaks I sit under a tree in front of a library.  It’s an old tree.  Dramatic.  It sits to the far right of the grassy area. The roots […]
Stagnant

Daisies

He’s old.  The kind of old where you are nervous to watch him.  Everything he does is slow motion.  He’s frustrated because he is aware of his sluggishness.  He wants […]
Daisies

Turquoise and Cigars.

It was a clear evening.  The sun was setting. The horizon was made up of tall glass buildings reflecting the light, as though they were trying to become something other […]