the jar collection.
it's love! it's love! but i cannot find the roots. and it's not love at all. Christ remember i am not to be trusted. i spent an afternoon sorting through a shelf. bottling and labeling the beliefs they held. and what a waste. when outside children are tasting snowflakes. one delights in what his tongue imagines is a grain of sugar. another in a
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