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STOP TAKING PICTURES OF YOUR FOOD. IT’S SCARY.

“they had become a quick upload for Instagram likes.”

I sat on a park bench
Not much wind, evening yoga classes surrounding me,
Overcast, amber sunlight falling though gaps between autumn leaves.
I looked to my left and saw a rippled, cracked umber tree
no actually, I think I saw two or three...
I looked away
I just wanted to breathe for a sec,
Then i chose to look back, swerving my head
the trees weren't trees anymore in my mind
they had become a quick upload for Instagram likes.

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