In the name of your sweet creation
Sitting in my car while Miranda carried the conversation it seemed as though someone blew a dandelion puffs behind me.
The peices of the puff danced on my windsheild as if they could hear the meldoy inside the car. I couldnt remember the last time I blew a puff of dandelion, which I think is just as important as anything that we find important in a day.
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