Summer's wind brings along its snow...
Taraxacum... its seeds flying around everywhere
An odd sight nevertheless... along with the violent sneezes it may cause for many out there; in the time of Swine Flu... can only act as more of a catalyst, an instrument of fear.
When we own no land, we grew to adore the prettiness of nature's parachute; Yet taught to hate the inconvenience of it when we have a lawn.
Are we happier beings as the ones who owns nothing? Better beings even?
Your posts are so deep it messes my mind up at 2am in the morning.
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