Rustle of the Wind…

Twas Tall...

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Unseen craftiness…

Grass swooped by silent hands…

this place aswirl with phantoms…

Fear thick and running with putridity…

Greens are browning out in time-lapse…

stalked again…

Legs lassoed in fibrous intent…

Maw an inviting gape…

Nothing to see…Nothing to hear…

Organically filled and filling the pit…

One more detritus pile…

to green the brown again..

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David L. Whitman 04/16/2012 from under a sky so blue…

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