A Place in the Grass
We reached the edge of that forgotten dock and jumped, arms raised, into knee-deep grass. We wore rubber boots, and carried a camera strung to a kite. The dock was the unfinished fragment of a bridge. After crossing a dried up coulee it ended abruptly, two feet above the grass and some unknown depth...
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| Language: | en |
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2013
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| Online Access: | http://hdl.handle.net/10012/7620 |