I have always enjoyed being alone. Being with myself never felt lonely but calm and simple. Today I woke up and went for a walk in a little park close by. Taking my time to look around for beauty. Releasing my thoughts and my mind.
Then, after finding the first flowers growing through the ice, I imagined I was about 20 centimeters tall. What would it be like to go through these forests of dead leaves, fallen branches and hidden flowers?
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