my journal has turned into descriptions of tea and other sense-related observations. aftertastes, weight on my tongue, visions of green vegetables and forest-fresh brews. life is honey sweet and the leafy delight of clouds and mist leaves my brain in a heavy fog. wild mountains. azmabad pearls. sweet gin. precious pekoes. guns. powder.dragon wells.flowers in the snow.
my world is blink bonnie green.
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