This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1642999289000 at 1642999289000
a dirty dusk, leaf rot scented
muddy, murky mind, tasting
as earthy as a new potato or
as a poet should say - truffle
flavored for flair. The muses
get it I hope; ditch water tea
tepid, too warm, too soon is
just not as inspiring after all.