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Time brings new thoughts.

There was this place in the woods where I grew up that was grassy. Not vine-covered tree infested, not weedy, not overrun by jaggers or empty steel cans, but just a place covered in grass that was open to the sky. Sure, we had grass all around our house, but this grass, down over the hills in a hard-to-reach part of the woods, never needed mowing. It was always cooler there, as somehow the breeze would find its way through the mess that surrounded it.

I could just lie there some days and stare cloudward.