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Nature Reflection
At the top of the hill of Kensington Park, the time reads 8:58 PM. As the sun sets, the few strips of clouds on the horizon drifts over the mountains, shimmering gold. The golden glow tears across the clear, deep blue sky as if it was crying for attention. There is a cool and gentle breeze that is just strong enough to let my hair flutter through the wind. Chilling goosebumps form on my bare arms. I inhale a breath of fresh air and slowly let it out. It is a crisp and soothing scent – the natural, faint smell of Earth itself. People on the field enjoying the last bits of light left in the sky. Some are packing up and getting ready to return to their homes, while some lay still on the soft grass and stare into space. I myself lay on my mat and study the area that gives me aesthetic pleasure. I run my fingers through the slightly damp grass as I listen to the subtle, chill house music playing from my speaker. A couple of dogs are running around – using the remaining amount of energy l
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