The Green Book goes back, towards the beginning but it doesn't quite get there. Stuck in the middle of the hour glass it sits, struck dead by beauty, lost in the space between, it sits in the "green" area. The area where life was simple and pleasant at times; mowed and racked to be used as fertilizer at others. Contemplating its contents I ask myself, "What didn't you say?"
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