I was riding
this bicycle. I turned my head
and I saw a man, running on top
of some wheat. He said, without turning his head,
"You know the pavement ends
down by that graveyard" which was not too far off.
"Yes" I said, "I know the pavement ends
near that graveyard."
"Well what are you going to do
when you get there?"
"What will you do when the wheat ends?"
He said, "The wheat
doesn't end, but what, for your life,
are you going to do?"
Author notes
so I led my life according to the place where I lived. biggest mistake.
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this = amazing.
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the pavement doesn't end by that graveyard, it just continues underground.
your pieces are my favorite to stare at.
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you wouldn't happen to have any title ideas would you?
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end to a means
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perfect
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this was wonderful.
you should write so much more often.
i pictured one of those pictures where the colours match up really well, just the right amount of yellow in the wheat and a bright red jacket on one of you.
your diction is beautiful.
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what a lovely comment, thank you
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I adore the cadence, here. ...and I'm too nervous around your loveliness to say more.
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lol oh don't be silly
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how about: write more often.
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