Flow

The grain on the flooring flows smoothly much of time..

Sometimes though , they know why it’s Naughty Pine. 

Sitting in a rocker , she likes to while away the time.

Hes at home trying to connect the lines around the knots. 

Theyre both pondering about the others unknown thoughts. 

It used to be easy not to look and just to feel.

Thinking way too hard , there’s even grain on a cardboard box.

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