when was the last time you lay in cornflower and poppies?
bare feet metamorphosing into sand soil
listened to the grass, the song of a red throated lapwing moving deeper into the wood
what if you could birth a cosmos from the fragrance of a primrose hedgerow
what if hibiscus bloomed on the surface of your skin, stretching outward
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