The woman smiled at her companion, the corner of her eyes crinkling, and said, ‘Whoever lost this
sheet of paper wouldn’t be in China; maybe somewhere in Europe. At least he or she missed the horrible storm.’
‘
Do you see the need to return this precious sheet of paper to the owner, m’lady?’ The man broke the
serene environment with his booming laugh, and his wife shoved him lightly in the side, a playful scolding.
The two looked into each other’s eyes and their hands loosely entwined. The piece of paper, they let
go of, and the piece of paper fluttered to the floor. But before it could hit the floor, the piece of paper got
swooped up, the wind gently bringing it, slowly lowering its altitude but then drastically swooping it higher. The
pair watch as the piece of paper was carried by the wind, lost in their thoughts when a trill of a bird was heard
from above. The pair, winded from their hike, had then sat down on rocks, and ate sandwiches.
It was the best day.
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