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The wind moved the green grass softly. Kid's shouting filled the air, but rather than it being annoying to my ears, me not liking kids a lot, it was more peaceful.

My notebook filled of words and it stood on my lap; diaries never really worked but might as well try, right? At one point in life, you'd eventually try.

I continued my writing, listening to the children's bickering and the wind's blowing. Ever since I moved from my old home to Canada, everything seemed more peaceful.

As I stopped writing, a boy sat next to me. From the corner of my eye, I could see his striking blue eyes staring at me. We didn't say anything, just sat.

For days, I would visit the park, but never met the boy with blue eyes again.

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