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  • When I slowed it down, the grass began to talk. It told a story of hurry, and all the humans too hurried and harried to see it, too fit yet not seeing in the pumpings and armband health apps.

    When I slowed it down, angel rays shone through simple seagrass.

    Had angels always been shining in the green not hidden hair?

    (Photo by Susan, South Florida, 2012)
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