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The green, green grass; I see it, mile after mile, glistening in the sun, waving in the gentle breeze, peacefully intent on growing, giving pleasure with no intent. I walk through it, and the grass springs erect behind me; lying in its shadows, I am blanketed by the sky above. The brown, brown sand; stretching from horizon to horizon, rippling in the winds, flowing over the tops of dunes, filling the dry air with motes. I lie in it in the heat of the day |
and the cold fire of the night. There is water hidden here. The camel knows where to find it. Solitude and sustenance are mine. ____ Aaron W. Hillman lives in Fresno, California.  |
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