End Place

Finished. I stop here and stretch. Weeds and tall grasses grow
along the ragged guardrail. Staring out at the field I feel fortunate.
A distant train draws near and whistles... Open spaces are getting harder to find as subdivisions mysteriously appear overnight.
Last week, I covertly planted a handful of flower seeds near the posts. [Seeds I harvested from my garden last year.] If they germinate and bloom I shall be proud of my Guerilla planting.

How to Be An Explorer Of the World

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