Pass, This Shall Too.

By jerekelly

O verdant glory.

I prostrated myself before this tableau in an ungrazed pasture: from afar, I may have seemed like a supplicant, the photo-machine unseen in my hand, stretched before me: invisible to any creatures of less height than the grass. Only the most blatant spots have been bungalow-blighted. Hidden neuks of my boyhood are still there, if sought out.

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