Outside my window, looking through the screen and the glass, I see green bushes, trees, and grass. I also see a pathway leading to my driveway where my brother constantly plays basketball, asking me to join him, but I tell him no. There is a sidewalk, a mailbox, a car, and a roof. The mulch beneath the bushes has been cut down from a tree, and then put in a machine by a man, therefore making it both an element of nature and an element of human creation. I can see the road and our neighbors house that is rarely mowed. Across the street, an eight year old girl plays catch with her grandpa every other day.
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