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Button Mushrooms

On cloud-pressed evenings you hear them being delivered when the choral earth is soft and swelling.
A creaking growth a crèche of mycelia confined in dark dilations. Together hydrous hyphae hum while fungal buds umbrella shaping wet white moons from a spore bearing fusion. They appear, glowing- fat with light, new babies, each button a bombshell of umami in the endless labor of a birthing mud.

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Date: 4/10/2020 8:34:00 AM
:))))))) (short on words today)
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Eric Ashford
Date: 4/10/2020 9:46:00 AM
HOW ABOUT BON APPÉTIT ! :-) thanks