I come from silky mud after a season of rain, rain, rain one spring. The universe would not allow the earth to dry up my mother could not resist and picked up a clump and made a fist to shape me into the person I am today. She told me though that I had picked her. Related articles It Wasn’t Supposed To Rain Today or … Continue reading Origin
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