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Apr 2022
Watching saplings grow
A young crow awaits their fruit
Plucking it's feathers
Patience was never my strong suit, nor was nurture, perhaps in spite of this something beautiful will grow, fit even for a fickle crow
Slime-God
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Slime-God  24/M/Canada
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