River Grass at Summer’s End
Originally posted on Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver:
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. ? Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an…
Originally posted on Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver:
Seedlings in spring, tall grasses in summer sun, we scan life on the lapping currents at our river’s edge. ? Clinging to trees, cicadas call out an…
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