bombs in seas, vessels in brains—
instead, we fritter nervously about things we think manageable.
thus, did i find myself as far up into a cherry tree as i could climb on the rickety provided ladder, hidden and spitting no stones from the Spackle-bucket's-worth i had consumed. their pelting smatter on the ground below would have given me away.
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