The early autumn sun glinted on the water, an enormous mirror ground to powder and scattered.
Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the WorldWe are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. - Aristotle
Scattered Voices: A Collection of Poems Shared by Strangers on the Internet.Yeah, over my scattered panties, I asked him to dinner and told him to bring a friend.” - Laney
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