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you're going crooked!

glowing grass
I passed some kids swinging, and the creaking sound of the swings called me back viscerally to what it was like to be swinging, how you'd be pumping, and getting higher and higher, but some slight deviation from straight-ahead would show up, and get worse and worse, and soon you were swinging on a diagonal.

"You're going crooked!" other kids would warn, or "I'm going crooked!" you'd cry, and start dragging your feet in the dirt every time you reached the lowest point in the arc, slow it down! slow it down, slow it down!

Otherwise... what? I guess we were worried we'd bump into other people swinging? Our path would cut across theirs? Like the orbit of Pluto.

Also, and unrelatedly, have an image of some very, very tiny flowers. Or bells.

Grass flowers


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