I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in t — Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
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I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in the cracks of the sidewalk and we always end up killing them.

— Ellie Lieberman, Society's Foundlings
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