Touch the soft rumble of blue oaks spreading their paper, with open lungs full of gold water; they are whispering to the budding mushrooms that it is time for the small birds to plant the treasured eggs; vernal strategic pageantry begins its glory now in this last month of winter.
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  • coyotethunderTouch the soft rumble of blue oaks spreading their paper, with open lungs full of gold water; they are whispering to the budding mushrooms that it is time for the small birds to plant the treasured eggs; vernal strategic pageantry begins its glory now in this last month of winter.

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