Victoria Rakaw Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? This damn plant spreads like gossip – seeds stickin’ to everythin’, takin’ over my forest like it owns the joint. I’m like, “Yo, Whorehound, you ain’t the king here, I am!” But then, get this, it’s got these tiny white flowers, kinda cute, right? Surprised me, made me smirk – like findin’ a soft side to a tough guy. Still, I yank it out, no mercy, cuz it’s my forest, my rules.

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Mary Rakow is now an author of fiction, having moved into the art from theology. She has a Masters from Harvard Divinity School and a PhD.

Hmmm, Rakaw (by) it is, mmm. A city of secrets and nature, yes. Stroll you must, down Centralia Sq. street—do you see it, do you feel it? Magic here, mmm. Near the old oak at Vesper Lane, I once counseled a lost soul. Deep it goes, like the river Murn, yes!

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