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The freshly severed heads of dandelions explode, silently, at the gentle puff of a child’s breath. Their hollow stems shed milky tears; the seedlings fill the air.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
Late Summer Vignette
The freshly severed heads of dandelions explode, silently, at the gentle puff of a child’s breath. Their hollow stems shed milky tears; the seedlings fill the air.
patrick-h
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
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