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Of Dandelion Wine and Other Things: ’To sit in silence’

Aestival afternoons is, in truth, to speak volumes; 

To hear one’s thoughts as they susurrate, converse in whispers, a salvo



No, I’m tellin’ you, we cover the halls with jelly, everyone’s trying to get to where they’re goin’ but the jelly makes their shoes stick to the ground. Better yet, they slip and fall on their butts. Everyone’s walkin’ around here with sticky butts.

Opening his van’s side door in a panic, Spencer suddenly sucked in a sharp inhale, dropping to his knees as he discovered all of his plants were still in order. With an open mouth, he finally exhaled, erratically, before his eyes rolled back into his head; he fell back onto the grass with a light thud.