The Stripes Become You

 

Oh! The paralysis of misplaced desire!

Each morning I take the dogs to the forest. The bridges beneath our feet bounce amicably. Waist high grass, vividly fragrant trees, the shrill chatter of magpies, all concomitants of our passage.

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