Dryad's saddle mushroom growing on a rotting log, reshaped around two twigs it grew aound, in late spring on a floodplain.

What?

A toe dipped in chaos, are you crazy?

Well, I may be, but if you think you’re not

Soaking in it, in illimitable potential

That floats all boats and also swimmers

You, my friend, are misusing imagination


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