taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.


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I wish that there were more places with healthy soil and gentle winds and abundant water for the anemochorous to flourish within. I've found a place, or at least others' eyes seem to think my petals are pretty enough to deserve a place within their gardens. some anemochores are a lot less lucky, they're called weeds, or simply called unremarkable and unwanted, and I see them getting pulled out alongside me, and I just want them to be allowed to flourish too.


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