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Picklesole

Picklesole

  • Under the Ground- Ch. 1

    1,2,3,4,5. 1,2,3,4,5. I counted repeatedly the small, delicate purple petals of the Geranium flowers blooming seemingly everywhere. I was studying the tiny veins in the petals so intently I didn't ...

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  • Under the Ground- Ch. 2

    Why am I such an idiot? I thought to myself, following the voice of my mother through the dark. I wanted to run, but I was dragged in zig zags, ...

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I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it.
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