Spring is in the air. At nights I can hear the peepers and soon the scent of flowers will fill the air. I think about them hot summer days wandering the the woods on my Grampa's farm. The cute deer and other
forest creatures. The wild flowers and the sound of sticks breaking as I
walk. After a while I find it. That most secret of places on the
earth. The pond. Away from everything.. The suns rays beam down through
the trees on…







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