Nature
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Đăng tải lần cuối Thứ 4, thg 10 15, 2014
A girl goes out into the wilderness to admire the beauty of nature and to get some piece of mind, but something she stumbles apoun during her trek leaves her stricken with grief and sorrow.
So this is basically a short descriptive essay that I wrote for my English class, but it turned out a bit more story-like than what my teacher wanted. Either way, I urge you Wattpaders to read it, it'll only take a minute or two since its very short but it's a piece of writing that I'm proud of and I feel like it holds a lot of meaning, at least to me it does.
Hope you like it, and please leave a comment to let me know how it is :)
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