Fields
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Fields of brown grass unbroken by the beginning of spring,
unmown, untrampled, soft to touch of the eyes.
Barren. desolate, perhaps, but the beauty of it's slender
tallness swaying in the wind is far more glorious than Mr.
Universe.
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