Written: July 19, 2017
Green! Alive on tall grass, blithe, lithe, limber, swaying long and lean in their beachy masses. The deadpan sand eavesdrops as breezes wave blades like silk banners. Whispers whir with emerald voices; long-winded grass gossiping with zephyrs.
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