The grass is back out. I hoarded keys, walked here from the town next door. We walked here from the town next door. Screen door, reptile, pride, a bird landed on the fence because it was his fence. Screen door, reptile, pride.
Stretch before and after the fray - take advice for stretching. Take advice about committing attention to. There were two fences. We had the keys to both. One fence was wooden - it was an attractive fence, low to the ground, whitewashed, with reflectors evenly distributed across the top beam. The other fence was metal. It was taller. The edges of the constituent wires extended above the top beam, like barbing. One fence was to keep cars on the road, the other fence was to keep cars out of the Santa Monica Mountains conservancy land. One fence was behind the other fence. Which one did you pay attention to? I payed attention to both. I payed attention to neither. I payed attention to the places where the grass overran the path vs. the places where the path didn't allow grass to grow.
So which? No, you weren't there. I didn't tell you I was going. I reserved the muscle burn. I called only close relatives late. I watched a coyote cross the dip between roads. I attended the coyote and the dip and the roads.
