Road Sigh (Part 1)

Emerald, for as far as the eye could see, grey streaks run through it pell-mell, turn to dust at a moment’s notice, carcasses strewn about, left behind,  flat wasteland rolling hills into trees, breeze picks up, moo, and a cacophonous harmony fills the ear from afar on all sides, smell only dung, this was a nice afternoon…

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