Hidden in the Garden of Ego
Planted beneath the vines
Are all the deepest darkest secrets
That prey upon the mind
You stroll the garden pathways
Basking in the sun, but
Underneath the rocks they lie
To taunt you, each and every one
—Milo Stamis, “Secrets,” Words Without Music
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Sam and Milo left the garage and walked down the block to see Lily. Milo, no stranger to Liam’s home, ate supper with them twice a week over the past six years, babysat Liam when necessary, and sometimes just shared a cup of coffee with Lily when it looked like she needed the company.
He’d noticed that in the last few months she’d been steadily losing weight and rarely went out. She always spoke at the Earth Day celebrations and hadn’t this year. Nowadays, although Lily just turned thirty-six, she l
