Grasslands

A Young Black Widow and Her Beau

Dancing in the sun.

Among the lettuce seeds caught on their way to the stars.

A slow dance.

Tra-la-la.

In three dimensions, yet.

That all took an hour.

When the sun went behind the filbert tree and the electrical box was in shadow, they vanished.

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