Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, July 9, 2016

7.9

She just changed everyone's mind by putting her foot down, and she got her way. We all just bent aside like willows in a hurricane. I hated it. I watched her blow by the rest of us like weeds, whipping about, our cells stretched and breaking, our sap spilling out.

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