The Girl At The End Of The Garden

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Prologue

As the frosty winter air blows into my face I stand there watching her. I don't think she's know I'm there but I continue to stare at her petite silhouette. I have never been close enough to see her face and body in detail. I think to myself why is she here? What is her purpose? And what is she? The questions spiral around my mind like a stormy sea.

I don't fear her, I'm not scared but my body won't let me walk any closer it's like my feet are glued to the ground. All I know is that she is the girl at the end of the garden.

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