I doubt it. I'll try.
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When I was around thirteen, a friend of mine twisted my
arm behind my back. It was excruciatingly painful, but was I think
the last time I felt truly alive.
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At the allotment, the robin hopped down to see me as I dug. He came
within ten centimetres of me or so (as I remained statue still).
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At the allotment again, I observed a rather withered looking fox
chewing the grass.
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A peek at a friendly robin through the trees, on a day I walked for
nearly thirty miles.
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Lying in somewhat overgrown grass, and observing the ants and
spiders within it.
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Observing a rain-specked calendula flower under torchlight of an
nighttime.
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Lifting up sheets of black plastic to spot the families of slow worm.
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Choking through swarms of gnats when cycling down a countryside lane
for a late night bike ride.
... I think I might be out of ideas for now.