I left the house early that morning, as I was planning on bringing a wonderful gift back to me wife. As I walked, I stumbled across some white flowers that where o so beautiful; I said to myself, “These flowers would look greatly pleasing in our kitchen”. The flowers got picked one by one until I had a potfull in my hands. I kept walking until a trail caught my eye, I made my way over and followed it, almost as if I was being called. About 10 minutes passed and I thought it would never have an ending. At one point it came to an enormous hill that I stumbled to the top of; as I got there and peeked over I noticed a smoke cloud coming from a hill in the valley.
As I got to what I saws, there were a dozen more clouds, it was almost like we were on a high mountain. Still being under 9, there was not much activity, my curiosity peaked in me and I felt like I needed to look around. It was a very natural town, with homes built into the hills and a couple towering trees that took charge above the scene. It was beautiful. Peaceful at this time. The sun was glistening off the central water pocket. Beaten paths around the town with some early morning hobbits rubbing the sleep of there eyes. The town was bright and almost magical in a way, it looked almost as if it was from a painting of a perfect village. No debris or big folk garbage could be seen. It was by far the most beautiful, natural sight I have ever seen.
There was short time for me to get back in time for my wife's wake. I moved my legs as fast as they could go with no time to spare, I got back and setup the perfect birthday present with some wonderful stories to tell.
Written by Nathan Fitzgerald
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