Gibbon Paragraph [Zachariou]

A bouquet of flowers shape the cemented path which winds in different directions leading to different places. The array of colors, pink, red, blue, and yellow, all evoke a sensation of peace and happiness. The sun glistening in the sky gradually getting warmer and warmer as it hits my body while I am laying on the perfectly green grass. A cool breeze ocasionally engulfs me, but the suns rays quickly overpower the coldness, making it warm again. There are cement benches scattered throughout the peaceful garden, offering a welcoming and friendly feel, reminding me of a friendship garden, suggesting a place of unification. All worries and distraction have dissipated and all I can think of is the present, while I lay basking in the sun.

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