Easy Wordsworth. Easy as flowers wild by the Oyster River. Anyone can be lonely but satisfied, like the old woman with the red face who they said had had a lobotomy but we were children and did not know what it meant, only that she lived by the water and was, as far as we could tell, perfectly alone. We were kids. We were respectful. She picked her flowers and we picked ours. Hoary Alyssum; White-wood Aster; Blue-stemmed Goldenrod; Spreading Jacob’s Ladder…
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Planet of the Blind 