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Memories  The young man, barely in adulthood, began his journey
down the long country road. The thin morning mist was swiftly
floating above the ground as the golden dawn sun sent shimmering
rays down through the fog. He inhaled sharply, taking in the
sweet smell of dew and early morning rain. He gazed up at the
sky. The thin, wispy clouds were stretched across the blue
summer sky like cobwebs in an attic. He shielded his eyes from
the hot summer sun. Enjoying the view, he continued on while a
cool breeze swept across his face, cooling him from the heat. He
stopped and let the wind blow through his hair. He grasped the
paper in his right hand. Scrawled on the paper were words,
written neatly in cursive. A rose was clutched in his other
hand. Along the road were wooden fence posts. Barbed wire was
strung here and there latched to every other post as if it were
just décor. The open fields turned to a thick forest of towering
trees as he wandered off