Break Time Musings

How can I commune with the natural when suffocated by concrete? At least the breeze still gently kisses the leaves of trees younger than I.

Cold comfort for the bees choking on neocotinoid cocktails courtesy of chemists cajoled into crafting poisonous concoctions for profit.

May they see the error of their ways. Inshallah.

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