This morning, just looking. The onion looked back.
This year we will grow more onions. It is so So cold. Hard to imagine spring. But I will. I will plan a garden. With lots of onions. Maybe many kinds this year.
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This morning, just looking. The onion looked back.
This year we will grow more onions. It is so So cold. Hard to imagine spring. But I will. I will plan a garden. With lots of onions. Maybe many kinds this year.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung