It’s Always Both

Buzz in the pretty place, looking all serene

I slipped off a log. Again. It was a great place to stand, until I tried to turn around and go back. I always thought my swans would come to my aid in disaster but no, they couldn’t paddle away fast enough, as I was sinking into the mud. Perhaps it was the cursing and flailing, lol. I’d still be in there if I hadn’t carried a big branch. Not my first rodeo…

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