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@dragongeek An old man traversed the field of tall grass that he picked his way through with his trusty walking staff. The wind blew the grass against his clothes, causing him to complain against the sun, the grass, and the possibility of chigger bites. In the distance, a mountain ridge could be seen, and the old man continued trudging on, hoping to climb the ridge to his cave home in the rock and away from the murky and insect-filled mess below.

Paragraph for next poster: Three girls sat in a booth in a restaurant, sipping lemonade and eating burgers and fries.

(am I doing this right?)