Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.
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We parked our bikes on verges so they could graze.
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I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.
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Katsa watched the long grass moving around them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water.
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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
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