My life is like an orange: there are lots of little segments, and some have seeds while others don't. You eat the whole orange. You read about my whole life, the good and the bad, with the dynamic city as a backdrop.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Playing With Fire
The science experiment was perfectly set, after months of planning, a few scares with lit matches that we lost our grip on, and a small debacle with the gardens we ordered from when it took them five reminders and three weeks to send an order with two-day shipping. The only problem was that no matter how long we let the match burn against the dried grasses, they wouldn't burn. They became charred, and hot, but wouldn't burn. They were too strong, and proud. Like some people, I guess, they can go right up to the edge on a whim but have the wherewithal to stay on the ledge without falling.
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