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Days wash away like a sunny Tuesday morning with pollen flying through the air with butterfly wings fluttering about and the tree branches waving hello. The birds sing on the tallest branches while the sky gracefully moves the cloud across the atmosphere. There is a quiet chirp of the grasshoppers who live along the tall grass and the faintest sound of a motorcycle humming along the bridge nearby.
As I relocate to inside, I listen for the hum of the air conditioner unit and see the way my curtains shake in the breeze from its breath. The quiet afternoon brings me such peace and I lie in bed typing away. I yawn as I lay like a small bag of potatoes near my candle warmer snuggled up with my teddy bear.
McKenna Dolan 