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Her pantry is starting to look bare once full and abundant, back wall now visible She rues what is missing selection not yet bland, but it is becoming dire Her weary eyes notice a jar Not the largest by size, but it has a presensce She checks the label a ‘humanity-mix’, estimated 7 billion pieces Her mind tries to focus the dates can’t be made out, what do they say? She realises it’s not that important it may not have reached expiration, but it is certainly past the best-before-date
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC
Mother Nature’s Cupboard
Her pantry is starting to look bare once full and abundant, back wall now visible She rues what is missing selection not yet bland, but it is becoming dire Her weary eyes notice a jar Not the largest by size, but it has a presensce She checks the label a ‘humanity-mix’, estimated 7 billion pieces Her mind tries to focus the dates can’t be made out, what do they say? She realises it’s not that important it may not have reached expiration, but it is certainly past the best-before-date
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC
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