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February 24 - March 2, 2022
“I’ll turn you into butter on a summer day. I’ll turn you into a poet with the soul of a priest. I’ll fill you with lemon custard and push you out a window.” He spat. “Bastards.”
The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
“Beer dulls a memory, brand sets it burning, but wine is the best for a sore heart’s yearning.”

