Food for the soil.

Nov 03, 2019 04:20

Hot mushrooms in a little garlic salt.

Warm walnuts.

Cold tangy Kombucha.

What a delight in the early morning.

But it doesn't change the thought.

The flappers are all dead.

Soon, the hippies.

Punksters.

Millennials.

All gone to grow mushrooms.

And feed the trees.

We need them now more than ever.

Stop hogging the blanket.

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