A soul-searcher, wandering the streets of his neighborhood. He starts to run and jump, spinning and tumbling on the grass. Green grass. Grass that smells good. He slows down and walks as the sun peeks through the trees at times, bringing life that only the sun can bring. He is motivated. He starts to move, spinning in place as the world goes by him. He tickles his mind with the sights amongst him, and then he's done.
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