amanitamuscaria

I sat down that early frosty morning looking out upon a silvery haze of what was once green and velvety. Oak trees creak and groan with the pain of cold while we sit. How many times have the geese flown, and why do the frogs live in the soil? Silly questions arose. I was not thinking of you. Finally. The all encompassing embrace of the mother takes me for the ride. The ride that ultimately ends wrapped in succulent roots. Feeding a life that loves you. Fullfilling your destiny.
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