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The Never greens

Grandma worked for the salvation army, sorting clothes. she was part of a class called the working poor. On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown this was long before downtown went crazy. She would buy brother and I a toy-maybe a treat. Did I mention that was before downtown went crazy. Today it isn't safe for anybody, and crazy is spreading on the outbound... rapidly. I have a dream of getting a half-acre or two of pristine. Immerse myself in wildflower and Evergreens. Sure, there's some risk from mountain cat-wildfire -rogue bear I don't consider them crazy though just beautiful-honest-natural-without a care. Grandma immersed in the forever greens years ago brother was soon to follow, or so I like to believe. Alone is spreading like wildfire Downtown Buffalo was never green.

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