It was a magnificent fall day in the forest. The
ceiling of the world unblemished by the vaguest wisp
of cloud, neither pleasant white nor grey-streaked
black truculently threatening -- and the autumn sun
claiming its sovereignty over all, warming the
atmosphere and bringing diffused light to the perpetual
dusk of the forest interior. Still, all was chaotic.
Deciduous trees still clasped their dark green leaves
yet the forest floor was steeped deep in a veritable
kaleidoscope of colour, rejects from the forest canopy
carpeting the woodland trails that all may trod upon them.
As though not demeaning enough to the variant attributes
of natural selection there for all to see dark-skinned
pretenders shielding their true identity in the purity
of white-skinned bark not normally associated with
their kind; a rebuke to nature affecting equality in
all her creatures, a sentiment which fails to penetrate
the subconscious superiority of white entitlement.
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