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Story #6 (Hardly a story; it’s really just a description. The only way it is going to take up an acceptable amount of space on the page is because of this absurdly long title.)

Jack Reynolds, Staff Writer

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The grass did sing to me once. I stood at the edge of a field, under the
shade of a redwood canopy. The shoulder-height grass before me rustled
and shifted in the wind like ripples on a calm ocean. Sunlight poured
over this grand display, illuminating the waxy surface of the blades as
they curled towards the sky. All else was silent. I was with the forest, the
animals, the insects, listening.

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Story #6 (Hardly a story; it’s really just a description. The only way it is going to take up an acceptable amount of space on the page is because of this absurdly long title.)