Doozy.

“This full moon is really a doozy. Sanity urges me to throw these seeds in the trash and get some sleep. But I keep coming back to this thought: if these seeds of budding sexuality are so eager to be out in the world, how can I not oblige? I am the unconscious city dweller who interrupted the natural flow by transporting them to the sterile environment of my kitchen. It seems cruel to deny them their one chance at fulfilling their yearning for tree-dom. Who am I to deny the chance to experience the utter joy of being alive?”

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