Undergrass
The view when you're lying in the field and not just marveling at it. I couldn't believe that grass could inspire awe, but on Paros it managed to. Pack me up and ship me home, because I died from the weight of beauty alone.
The amused musings of a wandering student (when on the move), and a journal of curios and odd thoughts in the absence of travel.
The view when you're lying in the field and not just marveling at it. I couldn't believe that grass could inspire awe, but on Paros it managed to. Pack me up and ship me home, because I died from the weight of beauty alone.
Posted by The Navigator at 11:58
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