The withered bike, hung on the battered old tree, sleeping and dreaming about all the adventures it had.
The withered bike, is sadly waiting for its owner to retrieve it quickly.
The withered bike, slowly rusts in the rain and soon looses hope for its owner.
The withered bike.
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