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The Maple Tree (Guy's POV)

There she was. She stood in front of the large maple tree, weathered and dilapidated. Her dark, long hair whipped around her face, eyes rimmed with tears as she looked hopelessly at the only thing that marked our memories.

FallingIntoTheRain

@FallingIntoTheRain

Hello Opuss! I'm Elizabeth as it says right over there and I love words. They can be full of melancholy, be light and cheerful, and above all, be moving and powerful.

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