... silently ran into the grass. Hiding behind tall green blades. Wind and sunlight chased each other. Shades of different greens danced within shadows of warm and cold greys.
Theatre; as if for blind, music for deaf. A play worth a song of silence.
Ants are busy as if in a different world. A much happier one it seems. Picking little leftover pieces, they carry in rows. Soon one by one disappear into a tiny hole.
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