If I like you, I'll joke with you.
In the days since, hope has withered like the dried flowerheads: frosted with cold, preparing for a long, cold winter.
While they may not be visible, millions of seeds are still here, covering the dark earth, waiting for their moment to spring forth.
— Gregory S. Williams
— Gregory S. Williams
Et voilà.
Et voilà.
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In the days since, hope has withered like the dried flowerheads: frosted with cold, preparing for a long, cold winter.
While they may not be visible, millions of seeds are still here, covering the dark earth, waiting for their moment to spring forth.
In the days since, hope has withered like the dried flowerheads: frosted with cold, preparing for a long, cold winter.
While they may not be visible, millions of seeds are still here, covering the dark earth, waiting for their moment to spring forth.