I sat criss-cross applesauce on the verdant mound in front of my little brother’s elementary school growing up, fixated on a macramé blanket laid out before me.
These comments shouldn't be so lonely. I guess they won't be for long. Thank you for writing this — the broiling lexophilic satire of the latter half I've come to expect; it's superlative but a known variable. It's the sweet nostalgia tenderly evoked that glows in my mind even as I jot this tiny note of gratitude.
what a trip!! felt dreamlike but quite real, somehow
These comments shouldn't be so lonely. I guess they won't be for long. Thank you for writing this — the broiling lexophilic satire of the latter half I've come to expect; it's superlative but a known variable. It's the sweet nostalgia tenderly evoked that glows in my mind even as I jot this tiny note of gratitude.