Laughter booms. Adventure twinkles and blossoms. Heart enraptures. And then, tears cascade. Weeping echoes. Heart collapses. And then... When I looked down from my tall window down to the busy street of mine, I couldn't hear a sound that was louder than the one inside my mind. Instead of trees, the kids were climbing up telephone antenna poles. Their mothers sat on brown park benches and were waiting to get home.
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