Do you know how poetry started? I always think that it started when a cave boy came running back to the cave, through the tall grass, shouting as he ran, “Wolf, wolf,” and there was no wolf. His baboon-like parents, great sticklers for the truth, gave him a hiding, no doubt, but poetry had been born–the tall story had been born in the tall grass. Vladimir Nabokov

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  1. Given the quote the sunlit tall grass in the photo looks wonderfully ancient and mystical ~ ~ ~

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