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Sorded Stroll
A sunlight breeze,
Shadowed by a forgotten scent.
A young leaf, not long fallen;
A small piece of bark, not long forgotten.
A final scent.
A swift breeze.
Bang.
Tears ensuing, along the desolate path.
With a wet, gusty flight of fancy
She followed.
A flood. A river.
Red shades mixed with transparent glow.
Disaster!
