My new neighbor was a hoarder. She hoarded everything. Crystals, pink bakery boxes—she even took in children. Each one was flawed: too restless, not bright enough, a daisy-shaped head. The sound of
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This bright sun peeking
over the eastern hills
seems to remind you of
the exuberant joy of life,
even though it's actually
about getting kids ready
for school so you can
get your ass to work.
over the eastern hills
seems to remind you of
the exuberant joy of life,
even though it's actually
about getting kids ready
for school so you can
get your ass to work.
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