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I went out this morning to clear the cobwebs off the walking path though truth be told it was too cold for spiders. The plants and trees were more or less hospitable. That one **** spit seeds at me -- will have to remember to learn his name later. The pawpaw trees are looking well. I greeted all the ones on my level. The violets winked. A woodpecker drummed. There were no still waters-- but I swear, He restoreth my soul.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
clearing the path
I went out this morning to clear the cobwebs off the walking path though truth be told it was too cold for spiders. The plants and trees were more or less hospitable. That one **** spit seeds at me -- will have to remember to learn his name later. The pawpaw trees are looking well. I greeted all the ones on my level. The violets winked. A woodpecker drummed. There were no still waters-- but I swear, He restoreth my soul.
emily-burns
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
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