You are every bit infectious as you are beautiful.
Like scotch broom.
We all let you bleed yellow, spreading like wildfire, inticing...
...until someone rips you from the ground.
And the only thing you leave behind are sprinkles of dirt that fall from the discharged roots of your diseased weed; only to be made into mud when the rain comes to redeem the land you've galivanted upon.
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Its a simple but inspiring blog.I learn`t a lot from it.The main thing is simplicity and purity in these places.Thanks for sharing with us.
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