Victor Kerlow Dear Diary:
As trains rumble underground and cars honk their horns and people rush in every direction, the park quietly grows and thrives and moves in the breeze.
Flowers blossom as far as the eye can see รข€" a veritable paradise for a bumblebee. He moves mechanically from flower to flower, collecting sweet nectar under the warm beating sun. The air is heavy and moist and the grass reaches ever taller into the sky.
Ants march through an endless forest and cower as the metallic skin of a dragonfly shimmers in the sun and soars by.
The dragonfly climbs higher and higher into the sky, and the forest no longer seems so endless. It is a blur of green as she darts left and then right. She flies quickly over the water, over boats and fountains, and swiftly disappears from view.
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