I was finally pruning the jungle that is my backyard (can you hear the neighbors rejoicing?) and I found these popping up out of the ground. There's actually something in my backyard that is not hugely overgrown, dead, or rock! I love spring.
"My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself.
What succor, what consolation is there in truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie."
We can work with that!
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