August 6, 2025

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An Ode to Mud, and Our Wild Child Mirror Mirror, At which point in our growth did we stop savoring the aches? Why, while learning to walk, do we so poorly tolerate the inevitable

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poem: "peternity" This, pastel pinstriped button upIt smells like you and Febreze.Perched on your porch with our pupsI savor the view and I swallow the breezeI turn