The Pleasure of Ossified Ideas

July 22, 2021July 23, 2021

We slip our hands into the soft, white gloves, and she picks up a bundle of thoughts about love. When she places it on my open palm, I think I’m in for some old-timey folklore about romance. But no.

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A Contemplative Compilation

a digital scrapbook with short stories and various musings

The Pleasure of Ossified Ideas

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