Whether I am soft and fir-y as furry or I am burnishing bristly depends on factors.

Lack of precipitation amid arid air may lead to the case that sap inspissates as needles brittle—a situation not as salvageable as yonder fields of rowen.

Livid lark, though, fuming at lea’s lack of wormage, finds quenched fascicles fine enough to furnish a lime for a flock—with a grub-only cover charge.

It may be water content or it may be direction of the brush. Either way, changes ever happen amid this thicket lush. ; )

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