atticada
Things go into the soil to become part of everything and nothing, all at once. It's a funny business, Living. We walk upon soil and then become a part of it. We look into the mirror and become the reflection.
you still don't eat your crust. since we were children you never did. you always left it behind. tenderly leaving it on the crumpled wrappings. ever since we were kids.
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