It wasn't raining anymore, but the scent of wet leaves and stone was still fresh and wonderful in the air. The ground freshly green with all kindof small movement of furry animals. Leaves dripped quietly and the birds tittered angrily trying to regroup from last night storm. Even this sound was relaxing, she even forgot about her headache which, as she hesitantly went back inside, returned full force.
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Short StoryDude idek sometimes I just wanna write and this is the extent of my practice
