See these beautiful flowers.

But they don’t belong there so I guess that makes them weeds. They are growing between the rows—thick as a carpet.

I have been editing a manuscript and finding weed words. Words that are perfectly good but in the wrong place. Like:
He couldn’t do on, which should read, He couldn’t go on.
Or… So Like could eat which should read, so Luke could eat.
Or… then they are glass, which should read, they were are glad.
But my favorite is this. Shred people. A perfectly honest mistake. It should have read, shred paper. On the other hand, people were being a little difficult the day I wrote that so perhaps it revealed a deep, inner longing. Ha ha.
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