Spring is in the air, darlings. Well... not here, but somewhere, so I'm told. So let's celebrate with this sand sculpture I spied at the local spring expo. As winter snows give way to spring blossoms, I thought I would recycle this flowery poem from my journal "Ruxit".
Enjoy:


Some say FurAffinity is a river that drowns the tender reed
Some say Furaffinity is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say Furaffinity is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say Furaffinity is a flower, and furry porn its only seed

(Yes, the Divine Miss M. would be rolling over in her grave if she was dead right now.)

Love, -D.