A Walk Through the Park

The air is rich with the scent of damp cedar. The sound of shoes crunching over gravel soothes her frazzled nerves. Sunshine, bright and clean, bends between the thicket overhead, stretching from the heavens to kiss the earth…but the rays don’t reach their final destination. The shadows are too thick, the sun is too low, and the hour is growing far, far too late.

Tomorrow, she’ll try again.

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