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| taken: day twenty two 07.11.12 |
I found this Foxtail grass growing through a crack in the street.
Thriving and strong in the fracture of hot blacktop.
Backlit by the powerful low evening sun, it was literally beaming,
beckoning me over for a closer look.
Beauty definitely doesn't always grow in lush soil,
straight rows
or behind white fences.
It can grow and gleam in the most unlikely of places.
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