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Serene
I feel. calm
The breeze touches my skin gently
I hear the sounds of car passing
I smell the smog from their exhausts
Am I an exhaust?
A machine created to push out oxygen as fast as possible without concerns for the world around me
The birds chirp
The flutter of wings
Tweets left and right
Conflict
Who would have thought?
Thought what?
Who would have thought the world would cure the virus it created
But they didn't...
The piano keys vibrate