Dave Bonta in epigrams and conundrums, forest February 20, 2017 7 Words

Teeth sprung from their skull prisons

Close-up of white, tooth-like fungi arranged in disorderly rows on the end of a log.

enjoy a second obsolescence as typewriter keys.

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