schmemonade
This 20 chapter "book" is a dictionary of words that come to me, came to me. Come to me when I am alone, came to me when watching my neighbours over the fence. Some on blank TV screens and some on the door. A lot of the words I've lived and others are written on the faces of the people I've met.
Their faces are the soil.
Who says the soils have no soul?
The soil is spirited. The soil is souled. We are the soil.