Shadows fade into the past a cool breeze that doesn't last
Sprouted seeds grown to weeds fallen on dry ground recedes
Sun raises crawls and falls images of the past recalls
Days that were warm, those of storm, familiar landscape did transform
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: January 8th, 2026 03:33
- Category: Unclassified
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Good write SB. I'm growing some seeds that will sprout to weeds to feed to KP! lol. How can I thank you enough for helping me with recipes for her?! lol.
Thanks so much Orchi for the read and comment. I heard that thistles make good tooth brushes.
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