SWEETHEART
Just like these two friends at the moment, with Mike holding her upper arms from behind– intaking the divine beauty of this void.
“See, these are phlox, butterfly's favorite. And a dash of daisies and boom, their feeding ground.” Sarah said with her hand on her hip, still looking astonished.
“I want to show you something” he grabbed her hand, surpassing her to the front.
Sarah held on to his hand as tightly as possible, for fear that her’s might slip away due to size difference, like a child holding her father’s hand in a toy shop.
Around the curbs, behind the towering waterfalls; there was a cliff. This place was the wall of the entire hill and the waterfall has carved a small portion of it
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