I try to mow a straight line.
Every blade of grass I see you in front of me.
Up, down, up, down.
Straight lines.
The house looms largely on the horizon.
It is taking minutes, seconds, hours.
A minuscule amount of time in my life, in eternity, in the universe, in infinity
To make this lawn look good for you.
Up, down. Up, down. Up, down.
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