What I did at work today?
planting rows of corn by hand
CORNholio haha
between blades of grass life goes on
all but the motionless rock stir
they sway w/every breeze
the coolness of the earth
they're at ease
randomness. poetry. personal growth. & nature.
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| if it werent for the creepers & the need to get off at a stop, i would totally sleep on trains |