Wesley's Fantastic Stories
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
The Garden
I see and feel the bright purple, pink, red.
I see the sap running down the tree.
I smell the sweetness of the flowers.
I see and hear the birds chirping as they fly above me.
The End
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