Very tall grass

I walk in very tall grass. Its green is beginning to drain and I smell the colour orange. The ripening heads are over my head. They tilt and swing. The grass stings my face in the wind. I receive a light flaying. Like a baptism. I am alone but unafraid. The sun and sky are eternal and friendly. I can walk or run. It does not matter. I can love or hate. It matters not. I will miss dinner. I will eat grain. I am inside and outside. It is all the same.

I wish again for tall grass. Grass to be lost in. Knowing that inside and outside is all the same.

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