tiny piece of sun
on my walk at noon today -- after all who hasn't the time to welcome a baby dandelion and admire its innocent abandon? I have friends like that. They are very special, even though maybe some people thing they are noisy-damn-things.
But back to the dandelion: So she is transplanted to Dryadium, where she will always completely command her own space in the world, and will never ever be shamed or judged or type-cast in stone as just another pesty weed...
But back to the dandelion: So she is transplanted to Dryadium, where she will always completely command her own space in the world, and will never ever be shamed or judged or type-cast in stone as just another pesty weed...

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