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Been busy trying to stay alive at work, sustain a single-income household, and gardening to keep sane. Snipped to death all the greens that were kind of stunted today, and filled with beans and cucumber seeds because I have no idea what to grow under the blasting heat of the midday sun. Something about mad dogs and Englishmen.

God I miss writing.

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edit: over and over I have had in my head

My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;

A lot of poetry recently, including Mary Oliver.