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The Punk's Labor

The devil is in the details. The daily dons the dandy. The discipline delivers the dopamine.


 
 
 

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Poetry

I'm on the edge of freedom. I still grip the horn tightly with one hand, and the reins with the other. The tall grass brushes my legs as...

 
 
 
Little Compositions of the Ordinary

Two days ago, I helped move about a dozen 6-week old chicks from a small, cozy metal tub kept at a constant temperature of 78 degrees, to...

 
 
 
Silver

I fell in love yesterday. I met him for the first time two years ago, but I was in a different place then. I didn't know beauty like I do...

 
 
 

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