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the Hour walks on the staffs of meadow each causing an equal resonance. step the notes float and reveal creatures within. the herbs grow flourishingly and the fruits are sweet and fresh, beaming through the wonders of nature. (don’t mind external residue.) a Hobbit walks along the grassy forest’s non crackling floor that all grows and falls. it grabs the cultured plants, herbs, leaves and puts it on their picnic basket for a well-made relish. (the ******* ones were left unseen.) the water is fine. it’ll make some pretty good tea. but how many drink it? and tend to it? smashing bay into digestible mush? so why not have more? warm the kettle, use all we got. after all, nature rebirths.
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC
The Water Is Fine
the Hour walks on the staffs of meadow each causing an equal resonance. step the notes float and reveal creatures within. the herbs grow flourishingly and the fruits are sweet and fresh, beaming through the wonders of nature. (don’t mind external residue.) a Hobbit walks along the grassy forest’s non crackling floor that all grows and falls. it grabs the cultured plants, herbs, leaves and puts it on their picnic basket for a well-made relish. (the ******* ones were left unseen.) the water is fine. it’ll make some pretty good tea. but how many drink it? and tend to it? smashing bay into digestible mush? so why not have more? warm the kettle, use all we got. after all, nature rebirths.
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC
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