Walk with me, father:
the low light is catching
miles of unbroken silk
spun from blade to blade of grass.
Christinia, you know me I want catches/miles - but that is a most minor nit.
blade to blade though. A bump. At first I thought - spun from blades of
grass - but that does not seem to catch your idea, maybe something like
oceans of grass.
or no change.
Smiles and thanks.
Gary
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