Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Sitting in the tall glades
I pull apart every flower and leaf. I devote extra special time to each seed and dandelion, slowly shredding it with my fingers. Small bits of each tear fly in the wind, pollinating other fields and yards. My destruction will bring a new dawning of yellow flowers littering someone's perfect green grass. This pleases me.
Picture - N
Words - S
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