The Gentle Breeze

[THE SUN RISES UP IN THE SKY, CLOUDS DANCE AROUND WITH THEIR RIGHTFUL MATES. WILL WE EVER STOP HIDING?]

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The wind blew and whispered inaudible utters in the ears of those whose hearts were dancing to the enchanting rhythms of the unspoken songs of the wind.

How breathtaking! The dappled sun shone relentlessly through the trees, creating mysterious shadows — not scary but beautiful for the eyes of both Travis and David to look at. Twas those two boys who were leisurely strolling beneath the tall, blossoming trees whose yellow flowers danced beautifully to the whispers of the gentle breeze.

Looking up — the sky was flawlessly blue and dotted with fine, pulsating stars that shyly smiled at the city down. There on the pavement wheels of a black bicycle squeaked and creaked, gently intruding into the tranquillity that the two boys were happily and silently enjoying to the fullest.

It had been only six minutes since they came out of the cafe — backpacks were carefully placed on their