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Sunday, September 29, 2013

but there was still enough light...

Shadows crept from under the trees, small alien sounds marring the peace. It was a long way to her destination and she wasn't at all sure she could manage it. 
Limbs bent their heads toward her as though listening. But where was the oak she climbed on summer afternoons? Instead of the familiar valley of long grass, a cliff ran diagonally from where the tree line ended. If only she had listened. His face appeared in her mind--he would worry if she didn't arrive when planned. But there was still enough light if she could just find the path...

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