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have you ever looked at a big flat stone - the cold gray kind that sinks into mud and grows moss over it and looks halfway to a boulder, utterly imovable - and just turned it over? like for no reason, pushed your fingers into the earth underneath it and with your whole body just flipped it around, just to see what it had been on top of for pratically forever?

i always throw things out of place just to see what's underneath.

i want everyone to tell me their deepest, darkest secrets. especially those stoic people, those stone-faced rigid ones who seem completely uninteresting. they always have the best secrets. when you take them out of their context, the most interesting things are underneath.

last time i flipped over one of those cool ancient rocks buried in mud and grass, i had to hold my breath and push and lift with all i had. i had to dig my fingernails into the dirt encasing its secret and plant my feet and just will it to turn over.

when i did, there was this dark little puddle underneath it that was so deep i couldn't see the bottom.

there were tadpoles in it, thrashing and bumping into eachother and wriggling with life.