It’s time to cut the grass away from the dandelions so the flowers will have more space to breathe and grow. I want them to spread. I want to be a dandelion man, and to bloom like them, a bright, sunny yellow, and for this place where I live to be a bee sanctuary, with more flowers than anyone can dream or count, and a little sign by the street that says, Behold, your body begins here, beyond the farthest star.
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Categories: Daybook
Tags: Be Here Now, Bees, Dandelions, Flowers, Grass, Stars, Sun, Yellow
William Michaelian 