Early, on a bright warm morning, a gray misty fog hovered over the park. Little spots of a weak sun light shined through the light blue sky. The staunch, intimidating, stones, stood together like a group of soldiers, getting ready for war.
“Talk about site seeing.”, said my brother, as I walked over towards him. ‘Site seeing?’, I thought to myself. ‘How could he even think that, It’s much more like...they’re stirring right into my soul.’
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