Aphorisms: The Nature of Things; 22:28
22. Soil Report: February 2nd. The soil broke free with my bare hands. Woke up grubs and startled roots. I can’t wait. They can, a little longer.
23. I can’t wait to hide behind giant sunflowers again!
24. If personality is like a vase, do we simply put pretty flowers in it or break it free into a thousand pieces merging with wild places.
25. Crow’s voice is hoarse from screaming at hawk. Hawk keeps flying higher and higher, laughing.
26. A cat went missing. Then two. Today, the flycatchers sang with a jubilant voice: “Thank you hawk!”
27. Another riddle: Who has a different voice walking on four and then two legs?
28. Soil Report: February 26th. Black soil yielding to my four sisters planting.
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