Everyhing is connected. We might not know how That's up to us to find out..

I hear a shutter, probably just the wind. I'm still going to check.

 I look up and see nothing less than just me.

Nobody is here.

I sit in the park. It's almost midnight.

I sit and think over my day. All the details comeing back as they please.

It's strange how all the things in our life are connected.

The trees, the wind, the flowers.

It all is linked together.

We might not know how, but it's up to us to figure those things out.

The End

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