Standing at your own foot, gazing above the sky, you have no intention of moving on your own.
The rising sun makes the part of you moving. As people run on you, bangging there head, making you stir a bit more, causing you to have slight dent on your body, but you seems like you don’t care at all.
When it’s noon, the part of you cannot move at all for a few minutes. It’s hot but you’re not sweating.
When the sun’s setting, the part of you move the opposite of the first; yet, you can’t move at all.
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100 Words in 100 Stories, eh?
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