pave raze he thinks dropping this paving stone where the dirt meets the path is going to help me somehow. i never stand in that spot. but he's sure he's seen me there before, picking up part of a puddle with my disintegrating slippers and bringing it back inside the house with me. as if splashing a little water away from the well is some grave sin. he kills what he can't tame and steals what won't be borrowed. floods the grass to make it grow and lops off every bit of life he sees. he doesn't know a thing about what it is to be wild. 260901 what's it to you? who go blather from