This is Jesse at the local Farmer's Market. It's behind me. All full of leafy green things. He was ready to go home. I've uploaded this for now to keep the thought. All I was thinking of when last at the market was that my mother had said the night before that she didn't feel welcome in my home. It's like when your teens say they hate you. You know it is the mood, and the misery speaking -but it doesn't really help knowing that. Afterall it is the mood and the misery you were trying to avoid.
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