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"All ready" she smiles innocently as she begins walking along, pulling me with her. It's a nice day, sun shining down on our backs, bright blue sky coating the space above us. Almost makes me wish I hadn't spent the past week hiding like a coward.My long strides were big compared to her small steps. And before we know it we're at her resting place. An open field with rows of headstones marking a fallen soul. Theres hundreds of them, grave after grave. It's never ending. "Help me pick some for Mum, Crate" she smiles as she bends down and starts to pluck the wildflowers from their roots. "Alright" I sigh, kneeling to her side and grabbing handfuls if whatever I could find. Honeycomb heads, Penstemons, blue bonnets, and Boykinias were spread across the ground bringing a vibrance to the landscape. It was a nice resting place for mum."⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧ 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖮𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾? - Novella to the Weeping Willow…

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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 66𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦.𓆸≈𓆸≈𓆸≈𓆸≈ 𓆸≈ 𓆸≈ 𓆸≈ 𓆸𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥?𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦? 𓆸𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘻 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𓆸𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴? 𓆸Read to find out more - - Collaborating with @IsabelleTheBookWormw ≠Check out her story 'The 68th Hunger games' ≠…