Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for wha — Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
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Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

— Craig Stone, The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
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