DREAMING AUTUMN Do flowers feel impending fate and with erotic zeal contract in pistillate to butterflies and bees their dusty pollinate with instinctive ease while humming birds thrum for their nectarous tongue to germinate and feed their past-evolving futures of trillions more creatures in similar need?

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