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English is my second language I usually write in Armenian then translate, it's very hard to do so... I will be happy to see corrections in my writings. Thank you ?


Little bunch of grass A lovely little bunch of grass had grown in a cool, beautiful place against the wall. Little Grass bunch was growing every day. This beam stalk each other by loving one another, singing love songs to each other in the wind, clinging and cuddling each other, they grew. They all had the same color, inherited from their ancestors bright green. I guess that's why they were called grass. And their descendants were changing every year, they traced its roots inherited from ancestors. This bouquet that grew it was still a spring. the bad side of this story was that they were two months old and when the herd was passing by them, they ate the little beautiful bunch of grass. But The story has a good ending though, because they had not been eradicated and the spring had to raise its head again, to bring them alive again to make them love and sing again softly in the wind and staggered each other, to being a part of the natural chain.

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