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The cereal whispered stories of the golden fields, of the nature that played about its stems as it rose ever higher.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 18, 2021.
The cereal was my bowl of daily sunshine.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 18, 2021.
The cereal was the best kind of stomach concrete.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 18, 2021.
Upon the strength of the cereal I had the energy to work through to lunch and beyond.
By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 18, 2021.