Her Nostalgic Memories

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Clippings of color flurried my vision, unyielding and vibrant as they introduced the horizon.
Where the green glared in the vision of the hidden sun, muted though it became as it distanced from view.
Where the green tumbled and rolled over itself as it met the ground like water from a fall.
Where the strings of matching color shot up from place of contact and tangled around the ends of the green.
Where the green unabashedly stalked upwards, a mixture of highs and lows.
Where the highest peak in the distance was accompanied by yellows, browns, and oranges, supported by its trunk as it stood higher than any.
Where quaint housing stood across the way beyond a wooden fence, beige at the base with stone folded over its head like an overturned book.
Where more near barren trunks stood high in the background, reaching to the sky in awe.
Where electrical wires stretched down the lane, indicating a dead end on a bright yellow plate.
Where the gritty pavement peeked beyond the brush, dividing the ways and separating the two planes of red earth.
Where the pale sky gazed down at the models of creation, all diligently alluding to...

The End Of The Road.

*SNAP*