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# Along the priarielands-- rolling hills   previously   roamed  by wild buffalo. Grouse sage hens prairie chickens pheasant hungarian partridge      and now you-- You, in that pretty, flowing summer dress- walking that line.. between planted field and wild prairiegrass     and not a blade is broken. Wind-- moving the grass and nearly-ripened crops like slow rolling waves          out on the sea. Me.. watching you       move.. just watching you-- move.. along that line between beautifully-planted and natural..     and moving with understanding;    flowing--    ever-growing    knowing.. sweetly knowing    that there's a glowing    from what you are showing--  me;    Not a blade of grass or crop is    ever harmed by your movements       instead.. like me, they thrive--       leaning into you        whenever you are near.              .       .       .       I am the grass       the blade       the crop-- ready for harvest       the bison       and the upland bird       the forever wave hello       of the tall grass of the prairie.       And you are as much a       part of it all       as you are  of me.       Like the native grass       and the native Lakota          that have  both       always  known its ways..       you were always meant to be here. #
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Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 2:11 PM UTC
planted fields.. among the tall grass
# Along the priarielands-- rolling hills   previously   roamed  by wild buffalo. Grouse sage hens prairie chickens pheasant hungarian partridge      and now you-- You, in that pretty, flowing summer dress- walking that line.. between planted field and wild prairiegrass     and not a blade is broken. Wind-- moving the grass and nearly-ripened crops like slow rolling waves          out on the sea. Me.. watching you       move.. just watching you-- move.. along that line between beautifully-planted and natural..     and moving with understanding;    flowing--    ever-growing    knowing.. sweetly knowing    that there's a glowing    from what you are showing--  me;    Not a blade of grass or crop is    ever harmed by your movements       instead.. like me, they thrive--       leaning into you        whenever you are near.              .       .       .       I am the grass       the blade       the crop-- ready for harvest       the bison       and the upland bird       the forever wave hello       of the tall grass of the prairie.       And you are as much a       part of it all       as you are  of me.       Like the native grass       and the native Lakota          that have  both       always  known its ways..       you were always meant to be here. #
https://youtu.be/EWLReudJUOs 06/2016
#love#beauty#montana#dakotas#grasslands#barley#eternity
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Sep 11, 2022
Sep 11, 2022 at 2:11 PM UTC
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