things i'd rather do than law, volume one.

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When sitting through class makes you feel like there's a power drill making it's way through your anterior lobe, the part of your mind left intact begins to wander to more pleasant places. One of the places I'd rather be? With my hands in a big pile of dirt.

I want to dig down in the earth and make things grow! I wish I just had days and days to plant a garden. I wouldn't really want any plan or structure. I wouldn't even want a path through it. Just flowers upon flowers. I want daffodils and roses and irises and campanula and poppies! It's so much less selfish than learning to manipulate the damn law.

Daddy and I grew these flowers when I was little.


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