(Left photo) I see four ripe tomatoes, shiny and round, on top of a flat wooden surface. The tomatoes are fresh and free of dirt or bruises. The wooden surface looks aged and sturdy.
I smell the freshly picked fruit, like the aroma of salad. I smell the earthy soil where the tomatoes used to lay, covered with a layer of harsh lemon scented soap.
I hear the rolling of the tomatoes on top of the wood, and the small, muffled bump when they run into each other. I hear the beats of a knife banging onto the the would when it silently slices through the fruit.
I taste the sour liquid inside the tomato and the burst of its skin breaking. I taste the small round seeds inside tomato.
I feel the smooth, tight skin of the tomato and the creased ridges coming from the stem. I feel the rough bump of the skin at the top of the tomato.
(Right photo) I see a waterfall smashing into the leafy forest floor. I see the water particles and mist floating in all directions, bouncing off of the forest floor.
I smell the fresh soil and pine scent of the forest and the clean smell of water. I smell the thick moist air, like it has just rained.
I hear the crashing of hundreds of gallons of fresh water hitting the soild, and I hear the relaxing, steady flow of water in mid air, before it hits the ground. I hear the chirping and squeaking of birds in the forest canopy.
I taste numerous water droplets on my tongue of fresh, cool water with a hint of earthy soil. Also, my parched mouth tastes a clean liquid sliding down my throat.
I feel harsh splashes of water hit me on my shoulders, pushing my down on my knees to the moist, fluffy soil beneath the waterfall.
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