Snow on the mountain
Ages beyond what will be
Genuflect my love
About the Creator
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I was hoping I wouldn't have to write this post this year. Oh, the optimism of youth. How wrong I was! Growth. Fourth weekend I saw him again: the lowest piece of slime. This year he had a super long pipe. Mr. Pretty-And-I-Know-It is now over compensating for something. I knew if I engaged with him it wouldn't be pretty. I pointed him out to another riddler letting them know I'm going to sit back for a bit, because if I riddle for this guy, it's not going to end well.
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“And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up, just so it can kick you in the stomach but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.” — Sarah Kay’s Poem — If I Should Have a Daughter
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Fantastic!!!