Vacancy, But No Air ConditioningA Poem by PeteThe smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness. - Thoreauunable to reckon reason wary of a changing season an assurance without treason give me a sign maybe a rare vintage of sweet wine some other sort of indication for of faith i haven't the inclination yet of death, i fear living in an eternal conflagration © 2026 PeteAuthor's Note
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