dusk was settling gently all around her.
the half light was yellowish on sleepy green leaves. then it turned quaint sepia. the two bunnies were snuggling against her toes.
a gossamer of tranquility touched patient housetops all in a row. little groups of sparrows noiselessly flew homewards.
then a gust of wind rustled through the trees, the branches of leaves.
creating a song .... faint yet true .... restless notes .... hurrying ....
where does the wind go?
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