I wish the bees would come back and do something with all this pollen. Yesterday when I went out into the beautiful day, it felt like I was breathing fiberglass.
Seasonal allergies aren’t something I’m used to suffering. I’m dying to death.
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My name is Mia. I am a writer and web developer living in Brooklyn, NY.
You have every right to be disturbed and to say that she is not electing the proper course, that what she says conceals something else, that she is evading reality, etc., etc., Go ahead. But there is one possibility here that you might be, just might be, missing. Which is that she means it.
Donald Barthelme The Sandman, from 60 Stories
