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my grass

I am floating above the rich earth and its fur of green grass sprouts, fingerblades spread wide like hands reaching up toward me.

Descend, arms out, and the blades touch either side of my face softly translucent green.

We are ringed round and watched down upon by the shoulders of giant mountains, silently against one another, myself and my grass.

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