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  • One afternoon while strolling along the Tidal Basin in search of the infamous black squirrel, I detected a sudden chill run down my spine. The sky darkened as the warm Spring sun vanished behind ominous gray clouds. A strong gust of perfumed wind dispersed millions of delicate cherry blossom petals cascading playfully through the air; a blizzard of pale pink.

    Gaping at the reflection pool blanketed with a floating field of wet flower remnants, I felt the gentle touch of the sun’s rays breathe life upon my bare shoulders. For the first time I raised my head, seeking out the expressions of others who witnessed this marvelous feat of nature.

    Wait… where were the endless herds of tourists? Indeed just moments ago I swore to have spied a troop of Asian youth armed with Canons and peace signs. The further I scanned the more I began to realize the multitude once surrounding me had disappeared silently as the menacing clouds.
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