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Rated: E · Letter/Memo · Emotional · #1669143
Paris in the eyes of a girl
Finally in the city of love.
The countryside was beyond words as the green and brown colours raced passed my window.
Every now and then a cottage or lake would peek at me but always, it seemed, in a hurry to hide its face again.
The colours were so intense.
On the horizon a small village appeared. Peaceful and serene, wishing to remain a secret to the world.
Yellow flowers decorated the floor of the countryside. An old farm building, bruised and beaten, still had the pride to raise it's head high and meet my gaze with fire. A train is always said to snake through a country but to me it glides, connecting history with modern times; revealing God's secrets to colour and different worlds. *Heart*
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