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Chumma writing about a worm

July 25, 2011

Sleeping under the covers, the rain hard on the roof, tapping insistently against the window. I find a thick, brick-red worm curled around itself next to my computer. It slimes and quivers – it is removed, flung, it goes flying into the heartless watery world outside to be crushed into the earth. Full heart.

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