Every time I look at
baled hay, a smile curls
up my face, and turns into
a wide, joyous grin.
I don't even know why,
the tall, heavy clumps,
the sweetly dry scent of
warmth and life-giving.
Sometimes, you can't explain,
and it just doesn't matter.
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