"Poetry is emotion put into measure.
The emotion must come by nature,
but the measure can be acquired by art"
-Thomas Hardy
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I felt the satisfying crunch of the autumnal leaves beneath me, as I stepped further and further in to the most beautiful of forests.
I witnessed the warm afternoon sun, dappling through the gaps in the trees that towered above my small frame, and hitting the brown soil path ahead of me, guiding the way, the cool breeze gently hitting my face, leaving my long, auburn brown waves to gently move from my shoulder, cascading my back. The thick, familiar aroma of leaves, and pine trees fill my senses, as I finally feel tranquil.
I could hear the faint echoes of autumnal birds, sending their afternoon call to one another, creating a gentle melody for me to walk to.
This is where I want to be.
This is perfect.
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Hey guys :)
This was almost like a little prologue kind of chapter, I hope this sets the scene well for you all and for the next chapter(s) etc. :)
I'll update again very soon!!
-Grace x
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