Detached man

In the dense forest, where dew kissed the ferns, lived an eccentric young man named Harry. Harry was human, and he craved communion with nature. He meditated, embraced trees, and even attempted conversations with butterflies.

However, nature didn’t always respond kindly. The trees whispered, “Harry, you’re an outsider. Your roots don’t belong to our soil.” Harry sighed and persisted in his experiments.

One day, he tried to convince the wind they were friends. The wind simply snatched away his hair and carried his words into the sky. Harry realized he was like a plastic bag from a supermarket—useful but fleeting in nature’s eyes.

Undeterred, Harry continued. He studied the language of birds, but they replied only with “chirp-chirp.” He attempted to hug an oak tree, but it swatted him away with its branches: “Back off!” And thus, the portrait of “Detached Harry” was born.

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Она такая -природа, она и придушить может…