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His favorite blanket, laying last and neglected. He reaches his arm down through the ever shrinking passage to take hold of that versatile symbol of comfort and security. Leaning a little too far forward he tumbles out of the hole, landing sprawled
On it's ear. This shady little part of my darkest tragedy, wakes me clawing and panting. Right in my line of sight that coin has been flipped landing tails up. Tossing me ass over tea kettle into those old feelings of loss and betrayal. A hot little stone of anguish buried in my gut.
Peppers
Those leaves finely curled ready and waiting for the sun’s heat to bare their fruits. The crunch and snap, sautéed with a generous portion of anchovies and onions. The savory flavor that makes a chili what it is. Stuffed and baked, dipped in ranch. Green orbs of goodness full of promise and vitality.