Fiction · Poetry · Writing Fields October 18, 2016October 18, 2016 SamT.Gutierrez He lays in the hayfields, stationary, baking in the sun rays. The lifting breeze carries hay away and him with it. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
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