As she lay there underneath the tree, the sun was starting to set and the sky was getting darker. It was getting cold and she knew that she should be getting home right about now, but she loved the solidarity and the silence. Just the sounds of nature accompanied her and she was away from incessant chatter of mindless drones.
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