The warm picked mushroom melted in my mouth like magic. My sinuses cracked and opened to the earthy odor of the autumn forest floor. A deafening silence broken by sudden sounding autumn leaves rustling. My hands grasping deeply into the moist mulching mounds sensing the earth's most fertile mushroom growing grounds. While lying on back with my eyes staring high, my sight now a vision as a high as the sky. Mgm 9/22
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Vinn Black
Being iny late fifties, and understanding that I may be ADHD, this could explain a lot of my past, past actions and choices. At this point I use AI for focus, clarity and to keep me on track.
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