Tales Of Her Green Valley

It is summer twilight upon the ever green hills of Rarotonga. The golden orb rushes to hide from prying eyes behind large lumps of mysterious rock.

Once I remembered the place we called the 'Valley.' The shimmering waterfall was like watching a horse race. The fast moving pace of water as it hit against rocks at the bottom of a misty hill, stopping to rest from its tired-out adventure from distant lands. Its spray of the mist threw its glorious sunshine on to its neighbors, the mystical and vibrant greens.

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This is entries of events that have happened through out my life. I hope you enjoy my journey through the bad, good and in between.

Some a told as poetry and short stories because my writing is stronger with this category.

Enjoy.