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Ch.8

3 years ago I was at my aunts. Walking down the brick laid sidewalk; snow barely lying in between the red brown cracks. Red, orange, green and brown leaves sprinkled the shiny white snow that laid the ground at the park nearby. Autumn was finally turning into winter. Looking at the park as the untouched snow laid still and the winter breeze flows though, I opened the gate and made my own marks on the park.   

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