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The Crack in the willow tree

The_killer_rabbit

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LECTURES 31
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Parties 1
Durée 6m

The_killer_rabbit

As I walked to the old willow tree by Minory lake despair  ran through my body. "was this really the end, is life as we know it gone forever"? The same thought crossed my mind over and over as if it was on a continuous loop. The long vine like leaves of the willow tree made me feel calm, and safe . "It's almost time to head to the vault" I said to remind myself that  there was still a war going on around me. The time had come i was going to be stuck in a vault for who knows how long, no willow tree, no beautiful bright blue skies, and no more flowing grass along the shore of Minory lake. All the things i loved dearly will be gone. All i can do is hope that one day i will see the crack in the willow tree again...............Tous Droits Réservés

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