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“Yo, Johnny, we’re leaving!” He rubbed his hands together as a tremor rolled down his spine. Even the insulated cabin was unable to keep the briskness of the frozen world at bay. He scanned his checklist once more: two flash lights, extra batteries, hand warmers, ropes, two blankets, soup, and two thermos of hot tea. A third check was scribbled beside each item. Their journey would be no longer than a few hours, but he wanted to prepare for the worst. And with his luck, it was inevitable.
“I hate museums.” I understand I’m the reason we’re here, but I’m dying to express my ennui. I’m not the philosophical sorts who can analyze someone’s representation of art. The colors are pretty and the basket of fruit is well crafted, but after a few seconds I grow tiresome of searching for the hidden meaning.
A zephyr carried the alluring fragrance of fresh air and earthy tones only a forest could provide. Beams of light were scattered through the canopies as a young girl’s sneakers left imprints on their path. Her steps slowed and she quickly glanced at her brother who was less than eager to keep her pace. Her dimples appeared as she dashed ahead.