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Anne meets me for tea every Saturday afternoon at the local teahouse. Her red hair catches in the wind and flashes warning signals, while her fire engine red nails are scarlet flags. I wear my merlot scarf and remember to order us peppermint tea.
You stay late and somehow you’re “collaborative.” A manager changes the requirements for the third time but doesn’t want to admit the first two versions were vague. You rewrite the thing and you’re “flexible.” A meeting has no owner, no decision, and no notes.
oaver the shells now trapped beneath herand now upon the sand
ind its descent opens a path toward the bottom
tt sinks like lead
lhe sea embraces the dead body
eeaving behind a dry echo
sl arrepentimiento es total
oale del mar y sobre la piedra piensa
scuro que ya se perdió
And the second biggest issue is that these writers only consume other ya animal fiction and western cartoons. They don’t consume anything aimed at adults or anything that’s more complex. Nor do they take anything from their own lives as inspiration.