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And then at sunrise, there was a single blade of grass. This sunrise wasn't special, nor was the blade of grass. This sunrise was like many others, as the world that it was viewed from spinned around its own axis once again, uncaring for anything that could happen in it. The blade of grass sat alone for a few moments, but was eventually joined by others. It wasn't only blades of grass, though. It ...
Sunrise, a short story
Jun 26, 2023
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