Finale

It is so hard to add an accent mark
to a word. That word hard. Difficult
is a matter of knowing, in this case.
Like the way it was hard to carry the
baby in the backpack until I looked
at the backpack manual and properly
adjusted the straps. Some kinds of
hard have nothing to do with know
ledge. They are more like cliffs that
will inevitably tiger you, above as
below. Taste, then, that wild straw
berry. Suction a little juice from the
bite before the mouse bites through
your handhold, and you become the
end of a never-finished story.

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