Sunshine filters through the trees, hitting the ground in golden spots of warmth, a soft warm breeze blows over my skin. My eyes watch the dancing insects play in the air. They bounce up and down in the bright sun, and if they could, I'm sure they'd be laughing. The splish, splash sound of the water comes from behind as I sat down on the porch . The hard wood beneath me smells of old and new; love and friendship, with a touch of sadness. Sadness at leaving this beautiful place.
Beyond that, th...
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