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Tales of life #4

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He unfocused his eyes and the floor began to churn and move. It slithered this way and that, squirming away at all costs. Whole hills moved, at least the outer skin, the dirt and grass, did. Everywhere that he looked the ground slowly progressed until he refocused his eyes and the world snapped back into the correct focus and stopped moving away. He got back on the lawn mower and resumed the mowing, rejuvenating the vibrations hat had caused this phenomenon in the first place. Two hours later he had nearly finished his grandparents gargantuan lawn behind their old house.

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