The Girl in the Umbrella

She clicks heels atop the slippery concrete with her bag of jewels.

One whiff and the forest comes alive

They are priceless tree writings that we now call paper

Evolved yet connected to our roots

The girl with the umbrella struts to her presentation where she will dazzle the world.

 

 

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