May 13, 2019·1 min read
This is such striking and evocative description.
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Once upon a time it was a garden, but now weeds grow everywhere. Tall trees stand like grave sentinels. Sun rays peered spooky through the cracks in the trees as I walked and walked. The dark was a relief from the fierce sun we were playing in.
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