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| Tussock Sedge | Sitting on Lightning Hillside looking over Haywood’s Meadow, I am struck by the vivid greenness of the tips of the sedge just pushing up out of its dry tussocks in the water. All the lower, or greater, part of the tussock is brown and sere and prostrate withered blades of last year, while from the top spring up ranks of green life like a fire, from the withered blades. April 24, 1959 | ||||||||||||
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