June 23, 2011
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A Breeze.
Wind picking up strands of hair, carelessly being tossed from one side to the other.
The crumpled leaf, folded in all directions.
Worn down from the past brutal months.
It tries to stay put on the solid ground, yet mother nature prevails.
The daily morning mist spews into the atmosphere.
Another season comes by.

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