How
staggering to contemplate the forces against us. Though it seems that only two
instinctive forces have any significant hold on me on my best of days. But together, outnumbered, they still drag me down. One shortens my time. The other
distracts me and uses it up.
Blooming on the Barbed Wire
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Blooming against the fence. Blooming on barbed wire. It's not the stuff of
dreams, not the heart's desire. But still it does its best. The blooms are
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