Day 1602, grass. Day's pictures, Poetry Maybe the colors are drained from the world you see into the abyss you feel inside ~ but a grey field of grass still feels green when you think of it Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related