I’d been reading through some of my old posts… time really flies.
To the withering, glaucous invalid in the corner of the kitchen counter,
I admit that the conditions in our house are rather deplorable for the flourishment of even the hardiest of plants. Even with the shutters fully opened and positioned in an optimal angle for each hour of the day, the direction our house faces admits only a ailing, pale stream of sunlight at best. Sometimes we forget to open them all the way in our haste, and further cripple sunlight’s ability to grace your pasty leaves. It is also of little help that we tend to rush from one place to the next and use the house merely as a train station of sorts, a checkpoint in our destination. Our impatience breeds a narrow focus from stop to stop, blurring, our surroundings into a deep gray, in which you are unfortunately situated. When you meekly raise your voice and…
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