Forest Life

Inconsistent regularity of pragmatic dispositions create a cold world filled with joy at every corner. The mind of a human is a cruel and beautiful taboo. Suppose there were never such a thing, suppose there never was a love that grew. Despite the terrible feelings that aren’t true, the world would be a dead meadow without you. […]

https://manicdepressivemind.wordpress.com/2016/02/06/forest-life/

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