In the thick of summer, arguments against a singular self.
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Hello, dearest. We are here, in the thick of the summer, and all I can think about is the family farm where I spent 13 years of my life. There is something about the way life swells there, so thick it'll burst: the whir of cicadas, the rustling of trees as a breeze cuts through, the sound of semis careening down Route 20, carried across the flat fields, landing as the faintest roar. The droning of mowers and the loud, incessant beeping of farm equipment dot the auditory landscape like some slow, earthly Morse code.
In the thick of summer, arguments against a singular self.
In the thick of summer, arguments against a…
In the thick of summer, arguments against a singular self.
Hello, dearest. We are here, in the thick of the summer, and all I can think about is the family farm where I spent 13 years of my life. There is something about the way life swells there, so thick it'll burst: the whir of cicadas, the rustling of trees as a breeze cuts through, the sound of semis careening down Route 20, carried across the flat fields, landing as the faintest roar. The droning of mowers and the loud, incessant beeping of farm equipment dot the auditory landscape like some slow, earthly Morse code.