The Park
I love sitting in the grass of the park, under the green leaves of the trees, listening to Jazz CD's, looking at people acting stupid and crazy or just doing the same as me. I love staring at the birds that are not scared to get close to the humans the ones that have the "I was here first and this is my park" attitude. I love staring at the giant white clouds or at the gray skies. Everything I do this, I feel privileged.

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