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The Park, Thursday Morning
Pam's sentimental heart always longed for spring; for the excitement of new life, the sun rising higher with each day, the scent of flowers on the air. But she had come to embrace the rest of the seasons - to appreciate that when leaves fell in fall, it was so they could feed the soil for the months to come, and how the chill of the air drove the animals to their burrows to find much-needed rest.
It would be warmer later in the day, of course. But something about that fresh morning air drove her to take a walk from the store, through the less populated sections of the island. To feel the breeze on her skin and watch the trees grow yellow.
And of course, eventually, that brought her back to the park. "Of course you're still here," she told the flamingos, as she wandered along the pond with her hand stuck in the trousers of her overalls. "I wonder if the locals know how hard you are to kill."
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It would be warmer later in the day, of course. But something about that fresh morning air drove her to take a walk from the store, through the less populated sections of the island. To feel the breeze on her skin and watch the trees grow yellow.
And of course, eventually, that brought her back to the park. "Of course you're still here," she told the flamingos, as she wandered along the pond with her hand stuck in the trousers of her overalls. "I wonder if the locals know how hard you are to kill."
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