Short Story
The summer was never ending, day after day spent in fields of waving corn, the gentle sound of humming insects filled the air, and sensual concoctions of a an English summer meadow filled ones mind. In a giant oak tree seemingly there since the dawning of the ages, sat a young boy and girl, both touched by the suns golden paintbrush, neither caring what the world would bring, both lost in the joys of youth.
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