She lay in the grass listening.

It grew up around her and whispered; she laughed softly at its jokes.

She whispered jokes back, but they weren't very good; the grass chuckled back softly, just to be kind.

They spoke of much; of growing, of changing, how it's all unavoidably connected, how the sky will always be high and the mountains could one day be lower.

Each day they grew closer, until eventually it was impossible to tell them apart.


Sometimes the length and depth of these tales works perfectly.

Thank you for your consistent sharing and obvious caring.

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