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A City Of Stoners

It happens every April. My city’s inhabitants listlessly roam about their errands and vaguely greet each other with bleary red eyes and wheezing coughs. 4-20 dude! My city is not stoned (well some are), it is pollinated. Don’t get me wrong. I love Springtime and my town blooms with color like no other. It’s a beautiful thing … Continue reading