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Garden
Apr 20, 2006 7:10:53 GMT
Post by Celia on Apr 20, 2006 7:10:53 GMT
You cautiously creep out of the back door and into a small but lush garden. Rose bushes are clustered in one corner and the garden, once wild with thorns, seemed to of been mowed down by Celia. The grass has been trimmed but it is still a healthy shade of green. Hedges once standing tall have also been trimmed, but no neighburs voices can be heard because no gardens or houses are nearby. There are a few chairs you can sit upon to veiw the garden perched in the middle, but that is not what interests you. A wide oak tree is sitting at the back, almost hidden by the hedges, with a symbol born upon it. It seems to be the Earth symbol...
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