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} Spring Delirium {

Little delicate weeds get no love. They look like shy, optimistic chit-chatters. “Hey! Hey you! Look how bright and pretty we are!” Holy stigma. “Hi. We’re less enthusiastic than the red ones. Notice us if you wish–or not; we’ll be fine either way.” “Mnmm mnnmmm.” So Delicious Turtle Trails… and Read more…