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| misstree |
out here in the pacific northwest, the flora's green migrates slightly deeper when the winter wind whips, rain-drenched lawns coming on like nature's second shift workers, the trees scantily clad in soft moss, lingerie delicately decking their spindly forms. the roses won't quit, too proud and too joyous to hear the call of ice and snow. they'll bloom forever here, because the rains tell them it's alright, because we love for them to. |
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| (z) | ( see: stark_white_trees ) | 070103 |
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| z | and i am glad to see your words. | 070103 |