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The cool October wind brushed the autumn leaves, making a sharp sound in his ear. It was a simple wind that blew one second and left the next.

It was a beautiful sight, Michael thought to himself . It was such a great feeling to see his house getting closer as he crossed the road. Michael was getting excited at the prospect of placing his key in his front door and the comforting crunch of the key turning in the lock as the heavy door opened.

So comfortable with the notion he had just created for himself Michael allowed his neck muscles to completely relax and his head slumped towards the ground. His eyes closed tightly, unwilling to see his head crash into the street, praying that the pain would not last long, if at all. His eyes were jerked open by the fact that his chin had just slammed into the ground and he laughed quietly to himself, realizing that he would not be allowed to die that easily. He would have to make more of an effort than just allowing his neck muscles to relax. Michael focused on the street and actually began to admire it. Taking in the splendour of the footpath, it's the simple things in life that you notice.

"Funny," he thought to himself. "People drive up and down this street every day and do not even understand what they are driving on." Michael did not quite understand what the meaning of the colour was, he glanced back at the grey street again. This time it looked like there were more speckled fragments of black than white.
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The blackness of the street was of varying degrees, but it was still black. The blackness had come from various sources such as oil stains and small rocks, but its presence, as well as the lack of other colours began to confuse Michael. He shook his head and raised his fluttering hands to his forehead, in order to banish these insane confusing thoughts from his mind, but sadly his efforts failed.

Michael faced the fact that he would have to again focus his attention to the grey. With a heavy sigh he began to take the grey ...

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