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Sudden Grass - Oct. 17, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Oct 17, 2025
  • 1 min read

two rainstorms

and the cracked creek bed

has swiftly sprouted grass

 

a new popup restaurant

all-you-can-eat

no reservations required

 

the rabbits can’t believe it

and dive in,

lips turning green

 

a hawk

flying over,

cocks its head

 
 
 

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