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Miller","postMeta":[],"author":{"name":"Archive","link":false},"date":false,"dateGMT":"2025-06-30 11:29:22","modifiedDate":"2025-06-30 11:29:25","modifiedDateGMT":"2025-06-30 11:29:25","commentCount":"0","commentStatus":"closed","categories":{"coma":"<a href=\"https:\/\/passionfruitreview.com\/category\/issue-19\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Issue 19<\/a>","space":"<a href=\"https:\/\/passionfruitreview.com\/category\/issue-19\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Issue 19<\/a>"},"taxonomies":{"post_tag":""},"readTime":{"min":1,"sec":11},"status":"publish","excerpt":"How lucky are we to live in a time of sriracha,\nto burn our tongues on chicken fried rice or\nbirria tacos, to suck our fingers and reclaim\nthe sour cream and cheese that has fallen\nthere. 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Doesn\u2019t matter which.\nWe\u2019d lead our minions into a capital and coup someone.\u00a0\n\nI want to walk across the world with you. Secularly step on water\nand trace a giant shape in our wake, something\nyou could only see from space.\n\nI want to build a ladder to the moon with you. Or at least,\nto the top of a tree where we would become the view."}]