Life goes far from a manicured lawn,more like a forest alley walled incruel, cruel thorns. They say the birds arefree of worry until you see a NatGeostory. Anxiety pumps in all hearts, ‘causelife goes far from a manicured lawn.While some flowers sing of new seedsgrowing inside their bosoms, dark dawnfalls on weeping trees cut on… Continue reading lawn: a quatern*
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