A loud alarm sounded from a clock reading 7am. For a moment I wondered where I was. I reached out to shutoff the alarm.
I saw a fan rotating in a counter-clockwise direction. There was a slight breeze emanating from the fan.
I pondered the meaning of the word "hipster." Over time my curiosity faded.
I looked at my dog and yawned in the same moment that my dog looked at me and yawned.
While walking across the yard, I noticed I was walking into the wind.
A butterfly flew across my path. It did not pause to beg my pardon.
Among millions of green blades of grass, a few had tiny purple, or yellow flowers.
Crickets chirped loudly from a bush along a path. As I approached, the chirping stopped altogether.
A spongy, fushia-colored stalk protruded vertically fom the ground. When I brushed it with my foot, it was uprooted and fell sideways into a horizontal position.
old glory?
14 years ago
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