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The trees are acting falsely demure today, blushing daintily here and there. They have plans but are in no hurry to get to them. They stand on the side of the road, waving coyly. Oh hello, I didn't see you there. Nothing really, just taking my air. It is really a lovely day isn't it? Don't you just love the sun beating relentlessly upon your person? Doesn't it make you feel sticky and alive? Oh, this old thing? I just found it lying around the underbrush and threw it on for a splash of color. Oh really, you're too kind. Don't mind her, she doesn't say much. She's a cell phone tower.