Tag Archives: Dandelions

Calling all cars

  Little puffs of the dandelion riding spring breezes, Maybe miles, maybe more, little spores finding new Pastures. Millenniums. Wars trodding over their minute buds, Fallen sons choking as they grasp bloodied swords, Then the droughts, then the floods, then … Continue reading

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