Dog was seating on the rooftop.


His job was to carry flowers on his back. Instead, Dog was there, abandoned, looking at the last surviving vegetation.


Time for a walk. The last zinnia was frozen by the cold. Dog need to go out.


Full particles in the air. The light was scattering between invisible objects making a blue and pink sky. Following the last rays of light and wandering among the buildings, the shapes looked pieced together.
Dog found a piece of pizza on the ground moulded to the sidewalk; a treasure to be buried in his stomach.


Delicious, but Dog needs to keep walking.




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