
April 27, 2011 Got this from Jeff Hildebrandt today: Flint Eyed He crouches on a grassy perch above the prairie; Flint eyed, focused where each sunrise brings with it the comfort of yesterdays. He crouches; silently seeking signs in the cycle of sameness but sensing sorrow. He knows tomorrow long shadows on short grass foretell an end to what has been. But for now, he crouches; m…
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