Botony takes a certain cautious footprint. I forage on occasion but only on rare occasions. I don't want to over harvest. Animals have nerves and feel pain. Flowers I assume have their own reason for staying alive. Some flowers will heal you, some will nourish you, some will make you dream, and some are carrot tea. Tulips were an explosive investment once. Roses are for weddings and funerals, and a few special occasions in-between. I am impressed with their offensive and defensive capabilities. Should they be exchanged or does it lead to invasiveness. They produce pollen for the pollinators to collect and prepare. Sting. I hope the honey is nutritional and yielding. A mead invites but tastes like tradition. The Giant's Fence was raided but they were found lost in January's garden. They are alive, January's flowers underground in the frost and nitro. The ground will heat of course by the Sun unless we are eclipsed eternally and have to bore a hole through our obstacle.
I'm imagining my Euro somewhere. Did I leave, was I removed, did I lose hope, was my reve anxious and cruel, of course not, it was a blessing and an exchange. A fair trade? Knowledge. I crashed and struck a match the ideas raged from the sulphur and carbon and light. One video, Belle, and my pen are sufficient. I will give you one video, Beau, and an eraser someday. It's been a unique union to my Media (?)Femme la plus jolie vie. I don't think I want a tradition anymore. It has been altered by our tenuous connection. A concept I don't invest any reason into. Spend as many mental diamonds as necessary to donate to the matrimonial charity. I admit that I destroyed the halo containing the black uncut diamond. It was a Y2K thing. I think I am in creative love with you because it still too complicated to get a date for anything romantic, a nebulous term in the 21st Century. I'm absent and aware. I'll be a Cowboy on the prairie with the daily knowledge of imminence. You always win me and I always lose you in the distance and confusion.
Stop. Love. Teach. Call me.
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