Ithaeliel, I have never worn braces, but I believe I had the same feeling of triumph when I got rid of the accursed glasses, and started wearing contact lenses. Read Whitman alongside of a bit of Dickinson, the dichotomy is rather strange. Good luck on your book as well.
As for the rest of you gardeners, you, I can't really be bothered with the strain of weeding, watering, carting around fertilizer, and so on, but I admire in you the skills that I myself lack.
I have never felt the need to cultivate the growth of spring myself. I let it grow wildly around me; it does as it pleases, and so do I. And, on occasions, I also have to do what pleases my blood-thirsty professors, such as doing homework, when I really want to be writing Helen or Squatter(or even the bawdy Mr. Rimbaud) a long PM instead.
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~The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories. This is one of mine~
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