Cute kid 


I feel the dawn of a new time shedding its soft, warm glow on the horizon.

The clouds of fog and uncertainty will burn off soon with the heat of the rising sun.

A million blades of grass scream after me “I will cut you like a fish!”
Because they will.
It’s not a threat, it’s a fact.

Shall we wear our socks pulled all the way up?

Always.

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