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10/8/2021 8:27:52 PM
Serenity	Pulled from the deep recesses of virtual memory. A sunny day on the pleasant drive, over the beautiful hills of rural route twenty. Surrounded by a blanket of rising lush green mounds as far as the eye can see, the passing leaves blurring colors. The sharp white rectangles in the center blend together as one. Perfectly quiet and peaceful in the oh-two impala with the dull hum of combustion stowed in the background, the blissful rhythm so sublime. The other cars perfectly paced and spaced in their lanes as we take in the serenity. The sun begins to smile down on the scene as the puffy white clouds slowly pass by in the bright blue sky. Everything is brighter as the impala climbs another hill, squinting to the crest, the view reveals a thrill unlike the rest. Soaring above the road with the cars of different colors moving as one alongside the dotted white lines of the pavement in the sun. At a distance now,things seem still. They present their colors at will- displaying pink, green, cream and brown, creating different flavors of happiness. Their shape all so similar, pattern all so familiar, watching as giant flat bottom ice cream cones of different flavors travel up the road, the smiling sun bright and warm, now sporting a pair of shades- tranquil and surreal is this scene... I wake up and laugh as it was all just a dream. edited by E83N on 10/8/2021 edited by E83N on 10/8/2021
11/12/2021 4:13:33 PM
Serenity	Pulled from the deep recessesof virtual memory. A sunny day on the pleasant drive over the beautiful hills of rural route twenty. Surrounded by a blanketof rising lush green mounds as far as the eye can see, thepassing leaves blurring colors. The sharp white rectanglesin the center blend together as one. Perfectly quiet & peaceful in the oh-two impala with the dull hum of combustion stowed in the background, the blissful rhythmso sublime. The other carsperfectly paced & spaced in their lanes as we take in the serenity. The sun begins tosmile down on the scene as the puffy white clouds slowly pass by in the brightblue sky. Everythingis brighter as the impala climbs another hill, squinting to the crest, the view reveals a thrill unlike the rest. Soaring above the road withthe cars of different colorsmoving as one alongside the dotted white lines of the pavement in the sun. At a distance now, things seem still.They present their colors at will- displaying pink, green, cream and brown, creating different flavors of happiness. Their shape all so similar, pattern all so familiar, watching as giant flat bottom ice cream cones of different flavors travel up the road, the smiling sun bright and warm, now sporting a pair of shades- tranquil and surreal is this scene... I wake up and laugh as it was all just a dream.
11/12/2021 4:20:08 PM
Summer Heat	The sun glaring downat us as we roll down the gravel driveway, the stones grumbling beneath thetires. The two story housestands in front of us with a sprawling yard surrounded by trees. Through the gardenpath to the surrounding glass windows, the suns reflection on the flowing lakeis stunning. Lush grass soakingup the sun's rays with scattered blades glistening. Crossing thethreshold from the helm to the deck, feeling the hot, humid and hazy air as weslip into our suits. Sweat building andrunning down my back as the paddle boat drains. The Seahawk slides into thewater at the Gator's Grotto, hopping in as theboat glides forward. Slow and steadily chugging toward the middle, the sun'srays beating down on my chest as I pump my feet handle in hand. Wanting to cool off,the water looks so fresh, there is no need for preparation, in one fluidmotion, standing to step forward I push off from the angled smooth texturedwhite plastic, leaping head first arms out stretched, suddenly cutting into thewater, soaring down washing away the heat, cool and refreshed I climb to thesurface warming my face as I break through to see the perfect day once again.
11/12/2021 4:20:51 PM
Taraxacum	Standing tall amongthe grass, spots of dirt dotthe stem, it's mane yellow andpointed, emanating smells ofplaydough, green rufflesjutting out like teeth, the center yellowand soft, looking to the sun.
11/12/2021 4:22:04 PM
Stones of Death	A field of stonebeneath the ominous grey clouds passing in themoon's light, partially illuminating the silent stones stone rows standingsteadfast like midnight sentries A black cat brushesagainst a decrepit tombstone towering over thecrypts the stones cast twilight shadows The corpses belowlay as cold and stiff as stone The stone standsdeathless against the test of time ghosts drifteffortlessly through a maze of stone The last of theirlives marked by perfectly shaped stone
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