The canyon yawns as it has done for millions of years, and we stand looking, dumbstruck.
I add algicide to my aquarium to eliminate the green scum of algae that forms on the glass.
On almost every corner there were shebeens, illegal saloons that were shacks where home-brewed beer was served.
Trees perhaps in the foreground — just budding — spring motif and morning motif. See? All a little faint and backgroundy.
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