Parched dry, withered without water–death arrives. Hard words, hard realities. Yet we watch the plants strain and revive. Rooted, they adapt. Why can’t people do the same?
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Parched dry, withered without water–death arrives. Hard words, hard realities. Yet we watch the plants strain and revive. Rooted, they adapt. Why can’t people do the same?
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Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
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What will you be getting?
Weekly short poetic notes from Abbe
Monthly Newsletter
You will not be spammed!
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