4/3/1974: Where Were You?

Suddenly the grass is too green. It is lush and inviting, but it isn’t real. Outlines are sharply defined, and objects seem to leap out at you. The air is clear but there is a faintly pink cast to it. There is no breeze, and even the birds are silent. But it is a moment of ominous serenity. For nature […]

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