One woman, 12 seasons, and an appetite for plants
Lovely clouds, powerful, wonderful clouds. And unaware, I was writing about being among them, too.
They were lovely but delivered nothing.
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I watered the roses when I left this morning. By 6 they needed another drink. I know how they felt.
Lovely clouds, powerful, wonderful clouds. And unaware, I was writing about being among them, too.
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