With an atlas in my hand, I can hardly tell what is to be discovered. What has discovered me may be better and widely known, specifically among the population of my friends, family and simply neighbors in my neighborhood. A neighborhood that nests common folk, who gladly retreat from their homes to roam their greenish grasses. I’m thinking about the idea of greener grasses and if I am to forge a field or try and be faithful to the stuff underneath my feet. Good things can come from both. From the discovered and undiscovered. From this year to next. 

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