PRIMROSE IS INSATIABLE
Stand with my in this wind; watching
the trees bend and twist we can honor
this moment. Nature has her hoary
gloves on. Nothing falls, yet nothing
stands still either.
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It seems that everything always asks
for 'more,' and never gets the fill of
what life should bring. The primrose
is insatiable, and the heather knows
no bounds.
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