For some reason as I look out the window thinking of what I want to write about, the image of the blade of one single iron plow furrowing its lonely line across a vast expanse of loose brown soil is all that arises. I don't know what pulls it; we're right by the blade, watching the earth part for the metal. That's all, forever.
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perfect fucking blog post
peace--to the MAX!
--JL
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Friday, June 14, 2019
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