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The traffic winds its way through the city
like ants.
Small, insignificant in the world,
a speck of dust.
Concrete highways fade into the distance,
but continue.
Tall buildings that once touched the sky, fall,
over time.
Leaves on the trees fall away
into the breeze.



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