Too Long...
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I haven't seen the colors in a long time. Lord knows it's been too long... Yesterday I saw a squirrel with a red tail. When it walked across the rays from the sun, it looked like he had glittered gold. He'd pick his acorns and climb back up the tree. He repeated that process until the birds came over. Hmm..... But none of the them appeared today. It was silent, I know they hadn't come this morning because the acorns laid across the ground. It was Thursday and today was to be one of the busiest days due to the shift into the new group building. The old one was being torn down. So how come no one is moving a bone. There are no cars, no animals, no people, no wind. . . . I went up to the roof of the new building, as it was the tallest with 22 floors. If I could see anything, this would be the place. But each floor I climbed... (Drip) It's not hot, but I'm sweating... (Splush) I don't remember there being an endless stairway here.... (Huff-huff) 48, 49, 50.... (Creek) Finally, the top of the building. Although... how did I get here!? ... I was standing on the ledge of the building peering downward at the ground. There was a bit of air blowing around. A few clouds of rain looked ready to drop. But ... (Splush) Had it already rained?? I swear my eyes were wide open... I thought I was awake! !!!!!! Why am I looking at the wall? I don't remember where I am. (Deep breathe) I found everyone. I found a bird....
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