she touched the trees gently, not to ask them for help but thanking them silently, for being there. her fingers, a caress. I notice you.
she walked around the puddle, carelessly, naturally. not in a way that said she cared whether she got wet or not, but in a way that said she was observant and lithe enough to miss it, intentionally, without really trying.
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