Sheets of Grass

closeup grass shot

This is not exactly a Walt Whitman poem but a testament to found photographs. So it’s my birthday. I totally cussed out my family for reasons that were reasonable and unreasonable, mostly the latter. I feel bad. Nothing that I talked about is really their fault but I needed to cuss my head off and they deserve credit for throwing it back at me and not ignoring me and I’m making an apology.

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