a dandelion leaning out of broken parking lot, stabbing against the sky. the memory of underground still present in it's roots. comfortable with it's place under the sky - not comfortable enough with the broken granulating asphalt crowding his roots and the sometimes harsh winds still riding across the parking lot grass and whipping him incredibly
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I saw your zine. Prolific.
Godspeed Andy!
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