EVERY SUNDAY I GET LILACS IN THE MAIL
Rocks weren't something that Tribe was lacking in, but they were something that Wildflowers felt were underappreciated. When someone took the time to turn them each other- really look at them, there was a special beauty one could fine. The shaggy furred to-be wandered around slowly, squinting his singular eye to take in all the tiny details of the stones around him. With a few limp swats, he flipped a rock over. Worms and centipedes squirmed in the dirt under it. Wildflowers let out a small 'hpmh' and put the rock back over the bugs. "Sorry. I didn't know you were under there." He said calmly.
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