Silence, only broken by the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, and the rare bird chirping. The pavement is gray, the leaves are green, and the sky is white, covered by clouds trying to hide the sun and failing happily. There's no one in sight.

Just me, walking along leaf street. Nobody bothering me, or pestering me, because no one knows I exist.

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Just me, alone, and my thoughts coming and going like the leaves on these trees.

There's a bike leaning on one of the storefronts, it's gas meter empty. It hasn' been ridden in a while. I keep walking.

Just me, walking alone leaf street, where nobody lives, except for the trees. Where nobody sighs, except the leaves in the trees. Where no human walks, except for me.

On leaf street, in a silent city of ruin, where the trees talk more than people, and my soul wanders aimlessly, searching for a home amongst the leaves.