By Ciéra Cree
people wonder why I spend the years staring at the same old lake. just the same man, paintbrush in hand, by the bridge on his own again. again (yes, again) because I do this frequently. you see, people like myself don’t really care for small talk or shallow company. I’d much rather stand by the water. a place, at least one to me, that I feel could handle my depth.
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