The gravel crunches under her shoes as she descends the steps into the garden. Once inside, she looks around the marvelous place. There are flowers everywhere. The stairs descend to another gravel walkway; one that leads to the back of the garden. With three benches at each side of the walkway, the gravel leads to a small patio. On the other side of the patio, the are grass steps leading up to the other part of the garden.
There are many other smaller gravel walkways that lead to different parts of the beautiful garden.
The sunlight casts a golden look on the garden, making it shine as the wind creates a small breeze. The comforting smell of the flowers could make anyone relax.
She wanders around the garden, lightly grazing her hand over the pretty flowers. She walks slowly, as if she wants to burn every piece of the garden into her mind.
After an hour, she walks out, leaving only footprints in the gravel and a new smell in the air as evidence she was ever there before.
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Короткий рассказ"Sometimes when I say 'I'm ok', I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, 'I know you're not'" -Unknown
