dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.

Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.

Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.

Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.

Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.

sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.

I went to Coin Lent to get some money pumped. But all my cash I spent, and all my cred was dumped.

winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction

I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.

The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!

gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain

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