Micro-Landscapes of the Anthropocene

Rainbow

The sun has come out, there's a rainbow on the mountains.

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  1. Chapter 2    

    A Poem 

    Here comes a pitiful bison,
    whose fur encased in snow.

    He saunters on frozen ground,
    looking for last blades of grass.

    Of course, there will be none,
    for Spring is a fair way away.

    But nothing stops him from imiginating,
    the green green grass of Rainbow Falls.



                                                 Hunters showing off their trophies – bison skulls

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