trinibot
the sound is like music to her ears. hearing the wind blow through the trees is lovely and calming, and she wishes she heard it more often. but often she is inside, at a desk, listening to her teachers drone on. often, she is inside, staring at a computer screen and hoping for more. often, everything is never enough expect when she's outside.
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