"it had been a while since she had walked this way. the sun was just creeping over the horizon of backfences and hills hoists, spraying its rays haphazardly across the landscape. any noise that shattered the fragile silence seemed completely alien, and she was able to be alone with her thoughts. as she wandered, she came across the remains of someones solitary party, or the aftershock of a deep and meaningful between friends. as she stared at the crinkled brown bags, she thought about what they symbolised. noone really showed what they had. we all keep secrets."
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Firstly a fabulous image with the sun streaming down. Secondly you have a wonderful way with words.
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