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Dandelion Pods

Dandelion pods rescued by thoughts riding the wind, a gorgeous place to leave your different than perhaps a lottery ticket, do you know your lucky numbers are frequencies mapping presence, seeing, feeling, knowing a moment of punctuated equilibrium nurtured onto a grid exemplifying matter phosphorous trails fill the patterns attempts to make sense of it all nature the backdrop for the play of life here to there and no one cannot know differences exist, gaps occur and some day the matrix will fall through the ground.

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