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Entering the park, a slight moderate wind rustles the leaves making them flow to the solid ground one through one. The sun begins to rise, waking the tired sleepers. Flowers are remarkable, and they conceal the freshly cut green grass. There are sun-colored daisies, bright purple lilies, carrot tinted hydrangeas, and cotton-wool candy pink hyacinths. The pathway is nihility more than dirt littered with chance rocks. The ground, moist from the death before, causes my footing to slip, congruity me on my toes. There is a spotless picket fence that runs along the trail, reminding me of the single running along Marilla and Matthew's property in the movie, Anne of Green Gables. The park is unsuggestive except for an elderly couple feeding the ducks and a copulate of fellow joggers breathing in the new morning air.
Walking by the very small green and brown tinted pond, the emulsive white, soft feathered ducks can be heard a block away as they mountebank and battle for the food vital principle thrown for them. The elderly copulate, dressed in their black silk slacks and crme colored matching sweaters, watch in diversion as they are the ones causing quite the excitement. Behind the oddly shaped rocks and algae in the pond, orange, red, and fulvous fish dart back and forth. They simply come out of hiding when miniscule hints of subsistence begin to fall. If you gaze closely enough, you can see a turtle, colored forest green, blending in by the algae.
Beyond the pond lies the dreary playground. The brick red jungle gym sits there in its solitude, longing for more eager company. In between parts of the brake gym is the bridge to take a part of in children's fantasies from battling trolls, or patrolling the citadel. An ugly putrid brown covers it, and it is patent that the screws are becoming unhinged, and it is excepting that so long before it comes crashing on the ground. The swings rock gently, and the uninjured of the metal rubbing together can be heard. Orange and bright in flush, the swirl shaped slide echoes the swelling laughs and shrilly screams of...п»ї

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