80E

there is something about a field reclaimed by prairie grass and flowers a supple beauty unseen in the concrete prison of the city

a field of mesquite shrub in a a pool of water after the damn near torrential rains that swept across texas like a wailing banshee

driving into a little town half way from anything that moves with its own syrupy smooth out of step timing that lulls the mind

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