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Shadows dancing.The tall trees swayed with the air currents, their ballet inscribed on the grass. Free to all.
No one watched.
Well, almost no one, she thought. I am watching. I am one. One is All.
She watched the shadow play and admired the tall trees striving for sunlight.
The trees moved in their own rhythms, seemingly unaware of their admirer. Survival when surrounded by concrete was difficult, sometimes impossible. Their daily struggle never ceasing. Their wind dancing an infinite expression of life.
A visible manifestation of: I AM.
She understood.
With some regret, she turned towards the building centered on a concrete base with its attending pools of asphalt, ringed by the dance of life.
She wondered, did the building ever watch? Did it feel the cool of the shade? Did it notice the leaves when they fell or when they swirled around the doors? Did the building sense the life around it?
So many modern buildings had been imbued with technology and sensors. They could tell time and weather. They could heat or cool themselves. They could open doors or lock them. They could summon assistance as needed. They could count what was inside. They knew those who entered and tracked them until they left. They had eyes to see and memories too.
Did the building notice the sky dance?
Perhaps.
But what did it make of the graceful arcs and swirls, the swaying in the sun and the cool grass beneath, the smell of damp earth and the fragrance of pine, the feel of soft leaves or the crunch of dried ones? It lived in a different way. It had no need of air or nourishment or love.
She thought it might be resentful.
She entered the building. Looking for answers. She knew inside there would be many answers. Many answers to many questions.
But would there be answers for her questions?
She would have to ask.
The doors closed behind her.
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