Day 7
As a youngster, I once eradicated a particularly nasty weed from my Grandmother's garden that all but covered the
available soil between the authorized plants with an OCD efficiency that earned me a reward. In my adulthood
I tried a comparable feat to hands-on remove crabgrass from my front lawn. In both cases I could see the
outline of the offending plant with eyes closed for days afterward, from the effort of visually scanning for them.
Now I see, behind my eyes, the shadows of weedy, wasted word-clumps in blogs, but frozen fingers can't reach out
to cleanse the garden.
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