Connected Heart by Breitweiser

The canopy of clouds overhead shielded the sun and the unsaid. The sunlight made it hard to walk and squinting in the pure sun was uncomfortable. No canopy of trees for this route. She had always felt trees were friends. Conversations floated in and out of her mind triggered by the footfalls on the pavement....

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