Simple Sanity
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Jun 20, 2022
Approaching the second mountain of this life, I long for peace, and today, the guidance comes from the parrots in the trees clicking their tongues. They are never confused nor tire of being what they are.
In the tiny apartment by the river, the heat has no consideration and burns through all my delusions. All that is left are the seeds of an unlived life waiting to be watered.
