Afternoon sojourns through artificial paths. Dotted with benches, shrubs and boulders. The lonely quiet a testament to the oppression of suburbia. Media doesn't exist in the cracked concrete slabs, injected with weeds and held in vigil by unexpected bug swarms. A baby dragonfly as a tour guide for a little while. Merely unconcerned inches outside the reach of curious hands. Fingers infused with the wonder of bitterblossoms. The whole world held in the abeyance of shared footfalls and labored breathing.
11:35 p.m. - 2019-03-25
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