This is the first part of a story I'm writing. It's actually inspired por a false memory that I have. (False memories are a very real thing.) Enjoy!
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Every so often, she returns to that place. That familiar place nestled between the mountains, powerful and strong. She walks along the dusty dirt roads of the peaceful village, roads she's traveled many a time before. She strolls through the woods, cool and welcoming, and walks alongside the crystal brook, babbling as it flowed between the trees. She leaves the woods and steps out onto a field of gold. The summer wind blew, sending golden waves...
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