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Green

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The green store had a pot left outside by the entrance with a sign that said “free” on it. The plant appeared to be tired and a yellowish shade of green. A woman standing outside told me that Green had been brought to the shop by his previous owners who no longer wanted him. “He’s been in our store for weeks now,” she explained. “No one wants to care for an orphan Green, even for free,” she continued. I looked down at Green and felt terrible for his deteriorating state. He looked like he desperately needed care. And although I wasn’t sure if I was to care for a faded green, I had to bring him home with me.

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Gentle Bees & Grounded Trees

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I walked farther than I had in a while, but on this calm day, everything around me seemed magical – from the streets to the trees, birds, and even the tiny daisies sprouting miraculously from the sidewalk. I walked until my legs ached and the hot summer air made me feel drowsy. Finally, I found a spot under a willow tree and laid down on my blanket. I watched as sporadic cotton pieces floated above on a blue canvas. And there was something bright and roughly circular that seemed to be emitting linear streaks. My mind grew foggy as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing – my best guess was a giant diamond. I put on my sunglasses, closed my eyes, and drifted off into a deep sleep. Time seemed to slip away, and I lost track of whether it had been minutes or hours.

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City Bird

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City Bird was born in the city. He grew up on sidewalks and pedestrian roads and never set foot on grass. City Bird respected the city laws. He waited for green lights to pass and paid for his metro pass. City Bird was a modern soul, a fearless soul, an urban legend to be told. When City Bird flew he landed, not on street-lamp wires and trees, but on the finest architectural designs and on balconies with views for miles. He stood gazing at fast cars and fancy bars and city lights gleaming like stars. While the other birds ate bugs and worms, City Bird built shelters to protect moths from storms and grew leaves for beetles to feed their newborns. He was a strong bird, a proud bird, a treasurer of by-passers secrets and tell tales unheard. Strolling down the streets was his daily habit, wearing a shiny green scarf over a purple and grey jacket. With a courteous demeanor, he accompanied workers on their lunch break and thanked women who brought him coffee, bread crumbs, and cake. City Bird had feathery hands that hugged the wounds of aching hearts, and wiped the tears of dreamers whose dream fell apart. When leaves turned yellow and birds migrated in flocks, City Bird covered his four pink toes with handmade socks. He slept in a sky high building when winter came. City Bird was the city symbol yet no one knew his name.

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A fragment that failed its’ purpose

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This piece of metal (image removed) is fragment of a massive explosion that landed on my room’s balcony in 2013. I was laying on my bed next to a wall-sized glass door. I always sat there and let my body get soaked in the subtle sunlight, as I watched the clouds moving in the sky in a swaying rythme. I would lay on my back and imagine as if gravity is reversed and the blue sky is my ground; a thought I was often amused by. I felt so lucky being able to watch the sky from my own bed and more clearly and vividly, from my balcony. The sky might’ve been at some point the most exciting thing in that lifeless town I called Home.

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Silly seagull

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I was standing by the bus stop eating from a bag of chips. Some seagulls started floating over me and I almost freaked out so I put the bag of chips in my backpack. Most of them flew away but there was this one seagull who stood few inches away from me and was making direct eye contact. I looked away but it persisted. I felt fascinated by its looks but also kinda intimidated. So I took a piece of chips from the bag and I put it on the ground. Seagull was shy at first but I wanted to make them feel at ease so I smiled and said “go ahead buddy, it’s all yours”. They approached, grabbed it by their peak and squawked (I believe it means thank you in seagull language). I nodded “my pleasure”. The piece was too big so seagull walked away and started shouting so loudly I covered my ears with both hands (I believe it was calling its seagull pals for help). Apparently seagull has some good pals cause they responded very quickly and looked excited and happy for their seagull pal! They even did some quirky moves (I believe it translates to a dance in seagull culture) Then they all flew away and seagull waved at me from above “bye good human, thanks for the treat” “bye seagull, have a nice journey” then we parted ways.

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Bike Ride

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I was this five years old girl on her pink bicycle. We were in my village and there was this slight hill in front of my grandparents’ house. I saw my older siblings go down the hill on their bikes and all I wanted was to do the same. They warned me because it was obvious I would get myself hurt, even I knew it. Still, I waited until no one was around and drove down, a fragile girl on a baby bike with no brakes. I felt so happy going down the tilted road, free and fearless, like what used to race through my imagination watching birds and butterflies. Well until the bike kept going unstoppably to then crash and break into pieces.. and I was there, too, with scratched elbows and bruised knees; I started crying and screaming. This is the highlight of that day still vivid in my memory. But the thing is, looking back now and then I realize that over 19 years life changed so many things about me. It may have changed my pink color fever but it hasn’t made the slightest touch on my stubborn personality. I’ve never accepted being told the consequences of doing something insane, I had to try it myself and I still do. But now, the naive child in me is dead. What would I do at this moment in the same situation? I asked myself. The answer was a crystal clear vision in my head. I would go down that hill all over again, but this time, I will make sure my bike has strong brakes.