Mushrooms
Life begins and ends with death,
The last breath of one is the blossom of another
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Hiya peeps! So, right now, I'm chilling in Acadia National Park; in midsummer. Anyways, today, my family and a couple friends hiked a d...
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Have you ever thought of the smell of the morning? Or about the smell of the rising sun. Wait a minute; the sun doesn't have a smell, do...
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Here is a poem called "Blue." I wrote it when I was eight and I thought that it was a cute poem to post. Although blue isn't ...
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