19.January.22


Emily epicurean endeavoured into the field sans shoes because the news suggested they were news in that they had not yet been marked by a chlorophyll rub.

However, search for a bushel of primo garden beans led feet to a most debilitating defeat against thistles and burrs, so they are now yearning for a medicined soak in a soapy tub.

With home miles away and pain shooting through veins like ants firing coehorns across a toed line, legs laud the place in which relief balms the bombs—a little lake known as The Bubbling-Brook Club. ; )

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