I’ll Ever Write For You

A gas station closed and nothing took its place. I suggested we plow the ruins under and plant a small, concentrated forest in the center of the tiny town. It's been years and somehow no one's rushed over there with a backhoe and seedlings.

A gas station closed and nothing took its place. I suggested we plow the ruins under and plant a small, concentrated forest in the center of the tiny town. It’s been years and somehow no one’s rushed over there with a backhoe and seedlings.

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