What a Wonderful World (Yoya)
Jun 17, 2013 20:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort on Jun 17, 2013 20:06:10 GMT -5
District Seven is a nice place, no matter what anyone else might say. No, really, it's a very good place to be. Sure, just about everyone envies the Capitol, but that's only because they steal everything we have. I've never heard of the Capitol having any trees in the quantities dear old District Seven does. Any of the wonderful flora and fawna, any kind of plant life really.
This last thought struck me as queer. I'd never been outside the fence of District Seven, and I didn't know of anyone who had been, so the idea of being in a place where there were just about no trees was... enough to give me pause.
And so my walk continued.
I liked taking a little time out of my day to wonder the district proper, seeing the people on their way to work, preparing for celebrations (whether mandated or genuine,) and all the other rarely noted occurrences in the day to day life of an outlying district. It was soothing, kept my mind mellow and at the same time active. My mind never stopped, but the least I could do was lighten the payload.
Of course, intelligence does not imply wisdom, as I quickly found out when my thoughts kept me distracted from the bluff right off the main, curved dirt road and I was sent tumbling right down.
When my eyes opened, everything was moving, not least of all those birds above my head...
This last thought struck me as queer. I'd never been outside the fence of District Seven, and I didn't know of anyone who had been, so the idea of being in a place where there were just about no trees was... enough to give me pause.
And so my walk continued.
I liked taking a little time out of my day to wonder the district proper, seeing the people on their way to work, preparing for celebrations (whether mandated or genuine,) and all the other rarely noted occurrences in the day to day life of an outlying district. It was soothing, kept my mind mellow and at the same time active. My mind never stopped, but the least I could do was lighten the payload.
Of course, intelligence does not imply wisdom, as I quickly found out when my thoughts kept me distracted from the bluff right off the main, curved dirt road and I was sent tumbling right down.
When my eyes opened, everything was moving, not least of all those birds above my head...
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