Today I'm gonna write a story.
The cold wind brushed past her cheeks, a tint of red rose began to blossom onto her face. She sat on the porch, gazing into the horizon. The sun was setting, the sky was a luminous bright red and orange. Her beep blue eyes were set onto a tree, which protruded out of the dry soil. The tree was cold and fruitless, bearing nothing but a history to its name. As she looked on, images of her past began to flash through her mind. Slowly but surely, her past began to take shape before her very eyes.
"Pass it here grandpa!", a gleeful Marian shouted to her grandpa, "pass it here!" Her grandfather tossed the kickball to her, throwing it as if he was using all his might. "Catch it Mary!"... "Mary", that was what he always called her. Marian, loved the gentleness of her grandpa. She never knew a another man who could lift weights and cook. She loved the way he looked at her, giving a grin that stretched from ear to ear. When he hugged her, it was of genuine love. She could feel the care he had for her.
Another cold wind flew past her again, this time it sent chill through her body. Her teeth began to chatter, goosebumps showed on her neck and legs. Feathers danced in the wind, a ballet of aimless direction. She look on, still... searching her mind for lost memories.
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