The warmth and heat;
the cool wind brushing.
The bright, blinding sun;
soft cheeks flushing.
Unaccustomed light;
eyes, hair fussing.
Naked limbs bared
and fabric rustling.
The solid concrete,
into lumbar thrusting.
Mowed green scent,
good and disgusting.
The calm and rhythmic
traffic rushing.
The silent and distant
endless bustling.
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