That orb of fire, that orb of light which usually hung in the sky could not be seen behind the dark, grey blanket of clouds now cradling the heavens. It was as though Mother Nature thought that she would mock my feelings today. 'Of all days,' I thought miserably. Apparently my feet chosen to take control of me, taking me to a place I had long forgotten, a place so deep in my memory. My childood Secret Spot...
It was different from before though. Some of the wild rose vine and bushe...
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