IT IS TIME There comes a timesomewherein the midst of June. When Mother Earthshakes outher blanket of warmsweet existence. Whispering, it is time. Queue the rhythmicsounds of bees;busily pollinatingeverything in sight. And everythingis as it should be. Kúkwstum̓ckacw / Thank you for reading.
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Even when,the saltyocean airwhips itselfinto afrenzy ofactivity. Even then,it isthe mostpeacefulof spacesto findone's self.