City of Grass
There's a city and it's made of grass.
Fragile and Delicate, but strong enough to withstand the forces of nature.
The Chlorophyll-filled buildings swaying from side to side.
The frosty green colors, dripping in morning dew.
The city, so peaceful, yet so active.
The only thing happening, is the swaying...from left...to right.
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