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Jul 2012
If I ever move I will miss Texas’s grass.
Most people hate it.
But on a hot summer day if you lean in and breathe deep through your nose and into your lungs
you will smell why I love it.
It's like hay sprinkled with sugar and topped off by honey thats been slowly roasted
by the heat of the sun.
It smells like all my summers
all my life.
Scottie Green
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