Pinecones from Drawn Onward by Jordan O'Jordan

Now, I can’t admit to a singular purpose for pinecones, for peacoats, for pens that I purchase. They’ll all keep me warm in their ways, keep alighting, keep sharing the storm in these stories I’m writing. But I hear it rains when it pours, and it’s coming on down. But I can tell by your looks. I can tell by your shelf full of books that it’s just absolutes. It’s just fuel in your schooling pursuits. But there’s mud on your boots and it’s tracking around. But I should be more honest in describing these times that keep falling upon us: our crimes weren’t egregious and our end results gave neither famine nor surplus. The worst, though superlative, babe, ain’t quite bad as it sounds. I said, “The worst, though superlative, babe, ain’t quite bad as it sounds.”

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