A Quiet Olive Tree

Short fiction, things that are either essayish or attempting to be, and random bullshit.

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This is a post.

It smells like what everybody would want to smell like if they could actually choose, except way crappier.

It suggests to you that bright-green flies are where it’s at.

It makes its little dent in the void of tumblr nothingness without a care in the world.

It contains faith, and twinkling bits of happiness.

Here’s to a tremendous time. ✏️