When the ground is moist and a warm breeze is blowing over the ground, an odd type of folk begin to grow out of the soil and in every sort of crevice of every sort of stone; folk with curly yellow hair, and wide-brimmed hats. If it sounds at all unusual, that's because it is: these people are mushrooms. I like wandering amongst them and imagining how they would act if they were truly alive.
This summer has been very wet. But where are my little friends hiding?
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