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Chapter 8

Author: Green Wren
Another holiday had come around.

The sky over Daim was a brilliant blue. A breeze off Lake Silvermere carried a hint of moisture, cool against the skin.

Danielle sat on a bench at Willowshore Park, a picture frame resting on her knees.

It was the photograph of Grandma shelling nuts. Sunlight fell on the glass, catching in a small patch of glare that landed perfectly on Grandma's smiling face.

"Grandma, the breeze in Daim feels so nice. You always said you wanted to come here. I kept telling
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