As I type this the tender heads of my babies are passing through the digestive tracks of my enemies.
I don’t know about you, but when I see a baby – eating it’s head off is not the first thing that comes to mind.
That is not the case for the birds near my farm.
I grow – with care and tenderness – little sunflower shoots from the seed. I do this in the house.
Where it is safe.
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On Kale and Daughters
My Last Card
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The Unlikely Is Not The Imposible
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