The cultivation of what we are not is often a strange task. The grass was growing at an absurd pace. Then it all died.
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This was written by Peter. Posted on Friday, April 23, 2010, at 10:00 pm. Filed under family, home, life, photography. Tagged grass. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Post a comment or leave a trackback.
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