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shore
Walking along the shore, I looked out to sea, marveling at how the sun's gentle light brought every detail to attention, from algae to the seagulls.
den
The mother bear hurried into her den, only to find it empty. She doubled back, rushing out in a panic to find her lost children. She heard a rustle, and ran, determined to kill whatever stole her cubs. Breaking through the leaves she found them, playing, safe and sound.
stroller
Watching her push the empty stroller down the cracked sidewalk, I ducked into a nearby alley. It didn't help. She saw me, and proceeded to screech at me, asking nonsense questions like why won't her baby eat, and begging for a coin to feed her nonexistent family.
loft
I fell out of my loft, slamming into the hardwood floor so hard I think I broke my nose. I struggled up, and looked out the window to see the sun staring back at me, in the middle of the sky. "Great," I thought, "Late again."
moon
I looked down at the lake, the perfect reflection the moon's light made in it illuminating the landscape around us. Betraying every hidden detail hidden in the grass, the trees and flowers.
overjoyed
I felt overjoyed at the amount of money in my wallet. The wad of ones were false wealth, sure, but it still felt grand having my pants weighed down by their combined weight.
rustling
I heard a rustling in the bushes, and promptly bent down to investigate. There, amongst a nest of twigs and various colors of leaves, were a pair of chicks, fallen from the tree and lost by their mother.
stood
I stood in the doorway of my beloved's apartment. She didn't even try to hide herself, there was blood on the walls and ceiling, and what was left of her beautiful figure layed sprawled across the living room floor.
fallen
I had fallen faster than I had previously thought possible. Perhaps the weight of my previous failures had finally accumulated, pushing me deeper and deeper into this blood filled hole called life.