Shaved Grass

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Life is pretty good. There is plenty of freedom getting to stand tall and blow with the wind. The soil beneath me provides me all the nutrients I need to be strong and live a good life. 

What’s that noise nearby and getting louder? I see a roaring machine start up and start hunting in my direction. I see my friends beside me getting mauled and decapitated by the ferocious machine. It will reach me soon. This is the end in 3…2…1…

I wait for it to be over. I’m still standing, I’ve just lost a lot of my previous height. Thankfully, I’m not dead. All I need is a few days of sunlight and water to be as tall and strong as I was. Bring on the sky tears to nourish me for faster and thicker growth.

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