Pretzels, drinks, sweet tarts,
a spring picnic on meadows.
Litter left behind.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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