Living on the edge of the pasture
Dear webkin, A long line of peoples in handcuffs and lost hopes paraded the streets lately. The power that be couldn't wait to fend them off, back to where they should belong. For them it's spring cleaning. They are obsessed with the habit of throwing away what they thought they didn't need. It's a deep-seated belief that someone else's mother, sister, brother, father, cousin, friend, grandpa, grandma, aunt, and uncle are disposables in the face of abundance. In this wasteland. Literally ❝ Lila