grass green golf golf ball

“This ain’t good nothing, like an unholy golf ball, putters through my mind.”

white flowering tree

Willows stopped weeping, dervishly dancing alone, in summer moonlight.

 

sunshine building grass tourists

Grass so green it’s dark, clings stubbornly to my feet, like freshly mowed socks.

people walking near tents during rain

A muffled windchime, keeps time with percussive rain, as thunder applaudes.

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