i think i will become a hermit. i will learn a new language and write in fresh-wrought phrases. till some earth and murder some vegetables. allot my hours. and write letters from my solitude.
a prose a day, every day if i can; the challenge being to get some words where i thought there weren't. i'm just a little hopeful. because it's a thing i'm learning a lot lately: wherever you think your limits are, they're not.
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