Joe carried his rifle close to his body as he tramped through tall swaying grass on this side of the prairie. His skin was flush from the steam of humidity, warning rain was on its way. The perfume of the coming drops drifted by him, and the hypnotic dance of tall golden grasses pleased the senses. A beetle’s hiss completed the western scene and Joe was one of many who appreciated the radiance of it all.
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Wordle 753
The Bag Lady 