Monday, October 16, 2017
October 15, 2017
Purple blossoms cover the eggplant vines, which I did not have the heart to pull out just yet.
Seized by cramps mounting the stairs to the study. Could barely move up or down. Cursed all the way, clawing the wall, to the sink. If I were God I would not do those things which leave him open to such vituperation.
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