A slow walk home from the bus stop on a beautiful summer evening . The air was so soft and fresh , the setting sun was gloriously warm perfect.walking under a canopy of leaves slightly rustling in the breeze. The cawing of some birds getting ready for the night. Overhead a flock of parakeets fly home to roost. The beech trees rustle their leaves as I walk past them , seem to say goodnight and hoped you enjoyed your walk home. Thank you beech trees I did enjoyed my walk home and goodnight to you both.
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