Resting, resting, resting. Until that damn squirrel comes along and tears me apart.
That poor pine cone - bowed to the ground as if to say, enough already! Yet, still bowing to what is... _/\_
Every word a singing pebble...
Resting, resting, resting. Until that damn squirrel comes along and tears me apart.
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