She stared up at the sky almost as if she was peering straight into
heaven. That day was beautiful: a bright sky, warm, sunny, everywhere
she looked she saw luscious colors, the grass was full and green, the
trees were strong and lively looking, the leaves and branches danced
with the occasional wind, the flowers stood tall and not the slightest
sign of wilting and the birds fluttered gracefully through the cloud
free sky; but for some reason grayish storm clouds formed themselves
above her head. Although it was the middle of summer, she felt cold
as ice. The blacktop under her feet felt like heavy snow, with every
step she sunk lower into the road until she felt non-existent.
“Nature, Nature!” called Bethany. But she was too late Nature was
already driving away.
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