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Jan 11
Sense something  their brush of blade of  green  emerald hue tickling  the dusty soil

Do i shift my gaze ever  so slightly and catched the reflection  trhough this moring.....  "  

Dew droplet  slowly  caressing the very end  of the blade of,,,,

Grass  when i stare deep into the morning sun dances on single grass fiber quivers within the wind .
dark liquid silent hums
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dark liquid silent hums  33/M/dekalb IL
(33/M/dekalb IL)   
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