In their frail grace, greysh trees lean their bare arms towards the sky almost in a painfully silent prayer.
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Late autumn leaves reminisce of past affections, as they lazily sway and peacefully take their seat on the resigned barren ground.
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And a train passes by the train I was in and a sense of security took over me. I felt shielded against the outside world. Silly to think, but I almost felt the comfort and the innocent joy of playing hide-and-seek except that I was making no visible effort to hide and there was nobody there trying to find me. But I played pretend for that fraction of the moment.
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A truely odd episode. Like a maddening tossing of a coin. Always wishing the coin hadn't been flipped. And the afterwards confusion and regret of challenging fate.
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