Wednesday, January 25, 2017

1034. Preservatives

The arborist stooped her way across the lawn picking up maple leaves.
When she got home, she carefully laminated each one.
Night by night, she secretly hung one from every traffic light and telephone pole in town.
City destruction edict be damned.

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