"Some of my best poems were threatening, so I threw them away." I say.
"Crazy threatening?" asks Mr. Miller.
"No, accurate."
"And you tossed them?"
"Because I didn't want them to offend."
"Don't ever throw writing away because it might offend someone, especially if it is the truth. True is mostly offensive."
"Why?"
"Because we're all full of ourselves."
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Quail Meadow
Late March
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