Every day she sat there watching the water until the sun was no longer there, then she would disappear into the darkness, leaving no sign of existence.
She lived alone in a world that she would soon forget, always traveling but not once did she speak a word to another.
As she walks with a note pad in hand, her path is soon set short by the start of the woodland.
The orange, green and red coloured leaves crunched under her brown heeled boots as she once again struts into the unknown darkness that awaits her.
She has no fear for she lives for adventure, a whole world to explore, she does not surrender.
Where does she wonder? It's a question to ponder...
She sits cross legged, beneath the green and brown branches of the blue-berry bush awaiting the sun set as she looks around her.
The tall trees towering over her small figure.
Plus the cozy wooden cottage she calls home.
The ever-green grass covered with dew and snow and the red and blue wooden sign 'Kingli Snow Valley' along with the laminated map taped to the small tree trunk that accompanies the sign.
As the sun, once again, sets she travels her journey to the park with her phone and note pad in the small leather satchel strapped to her side.
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As She Falls
Novela JuvenilFall v. fell (fl), fall·en (fôln), fall·ing, falls v.intr. 1). To drop or come down freely under the influence of gravity. "I've fallen in many ways, but falling for you will only crush me as I reach the bottom,"
