Wet with dew and all that’s true
Laying in the grass. It’s humid. Hydrogen has ceased to bond and my hair is levitating and wild. There is a chill in the air, but a heat is beginning to override. I pick a clover, wet with dew, and all that’s true. I hold it up to my face and inhale, and the whole world inhales with me…beautiful and breathtaking Update...
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