a fine flawer. (RIED DESKREPSIN)

I walked past the brick path and found a weather-worn wooden bench near the garden hedge. Climbing up onto the low crossbar was a little tricky, so I took my time and braced my plush arms against the warm, rough wood until I pulled myself up. Slanted afternoon sun fell through the gaps between the timber slats. Right there on the bench sat an abandoned terracotta saucer catching loose dandelion fluff. I slipped my old copper penny into my pocket and sat beside the terracotta saucer, resting my feet and watching the soft white fluff drift lightly across the dark wood. i downt know what it is so can you say what it is in the commends?¿?¿