Prose Post #1: Count Your Rings

If I stopped buying books, I wouldn’t be me–instead illiterate and uncultured. Imagination lost. Scissors cut the cord—not the safety kind you used in Kindergarten but the kind your mother doesn’t want you running around with. It slices through your shield like a flimsy piece of string. Is it broken beyond repair? You don’t need to ask me. Count your rings.

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