Politics
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The city buzzes by as I sway in darkness. They’re clueless to the magic of Pepaw’s porch swing, and I’d like to keep it that way. A spark here, a flick there, then blindness to what waits beyond the gate code. Brass carries on the chilled wind as an invitation to the poon soiree. Can
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I’m so mad this morning. Between pointless traffic jams, idiotic social media nonsense, and the fact I walked into a sauna during the final week of October…I think I’m done for a bit. I need quiet woods, flowing water, and NO VOICES. No TV, no podcasts, no politics, no religion, no critics, no gatekeepers, no
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