Oh, for the last time. That's wet soil, not dead ants.
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But you did go one hour without killing me. And If you can go an hour, maybe you could go a day. Then a week. Then maybe, just maybe, a lifetime.
This place isn't for anything or anyone, only for me. It's my garden, my gallery, my collection of first-class objects, bits and pieces and voices and fragments gathered all about the big wheel.