I’m currently working on an essay surrounding delayed gratification. Right now, in Minnesota, the snow is just melting off the ground and all that are left are the giant dirty mounds that will exist until it’s 80 degrees. And the melting reveals things as if they were literally frozen in time: dried pumpkin remains, dead tomato plants, off season holida…
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