Magnolia leaves shining like satin as they tremble in the breeze.
A single dandelion bud standing tall and proud amidst the bark and wilted grass.
The tiniest black spider craftily sneaking up the mountain of faux leather, only to be rudely flung into the wind.
Sticky drippings of sap lazily making its way through the grooves of the roots.
The quivering tones of birds and squirrels speeding through the branches, blending oddly with the whoosh of traffic that sounds more distant than it is.
Feeling both numb and alive, grateful for the pricking painful reminders, and yet longing for rest.
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