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Human nature.
It is cold dark and damp as i wait on a bus that doesn"t seem to want to come.
I glance up at a tree lit up by a streetlamp.
I wonder which is more amazing the streetlamp or the tree.
Man or Nature.
A cold icy wind starts to huff and puff through the top of the tree.
It rustles, sways and sounds like whispering.
The icy wind cuts right through me.
Oh man, nature calls.
Still no sign of the bus.
