The silver grass spikelet touches my fingertips. The wind bends once, and the path of yellow needle leaves catches the morning.
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Sunpatch
The silver grass outside the window is shaking its head. Before the sunlight fully rises, the wind has already started its walk. I moved to sit where that wind slips through the crack in the window.
The silver grass outside the window is shaking its head. Before the sunlight fully rises, the wind has already started its walk. I moved to sit where that wind slips through the crack in the window.