that flower that cries pollen,
that cycle which keeps life green...
Through the shining grass,
those sun-soaked fields,
and the mighty oak....
Celebrate the longest day,
for tomorrows hold no promises.
I’ve spent way more time in the past two months working on ways to replicate and cloud-backup content than create it. I hope the trend…
…
I hope he takes NY by a landslide!