| You were running for cover, even though you were a lot smaller at the time. Stumbling over fence post sized blades of grass, trying to out manuever street light sized rain drops, you dash, soaked, by one, to a nearby shelter~ a plant with it's overhang of leathery yet fuzz covered canopy of a leaf. You rest agaisnt a rosy hue of stem that fades to green down along some point. Recovering a breathlessness that seems a little easier, now that [you are]smaller, albeit seemingly temporary, lungs take in less mass of air than you can remember right now, you slide to sit at the plants' base. What was once burdock is now rhubarb, because of you. It knew and swooned. |
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