Thursday, June 28, 2007
Golden
On the way to work I pass the most gorgeous field. What makes it so beautiful? Wild flowers. It is a field of gold, a carpet of shining yellow and if the sun hits it, double wow. It is so pretty. Even more interesting is the contrast sitting in the middle of the field. Nestled in the wild flowers sits two large farming machines, ready to back-hoe the flowers into submission. The machines will chew up and spit out all the wonderful flowers. leaving what in their place, more buildings, or parking lot or whatever. Makes me sad to think.
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