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As I sat there watching the world pass me by, I noticed a rhythm, something similar to an orange ribbon flowing in the sky. So many people on the move all following a simultaneous groove. What are they trying to prove? Am I like the cloud sitting still or am I like the drunken guys throwing ice to entertain the nothingness in sitting still? As I would not buy anything on the Corner like I have seen so many of my fellow students do. I think I will be like that dog over there and watch all the passer-byers walk through. Sunshades so dark how could they even see others move. Perfumes so strong they could only lightly place it on the fabric of their J-Crew. Families walking tight with faces of contentment because of all the noise coming from the restaurant rooms

As we all have the hope for a bright future. Maybe a future where we have the ability to wear all the hottest designers’ clothes and other expensive things.

Or maybe just maybe, we should have the same life as the green trees by towering above all the commotion and being grounded in concrete with nothing to prove.

-Corinthia Alford