It was a cool, breezy evening at Lakeside. The soft, cool wind was blowing against Adam’s cheery-red cheeks. The fishes in the lake were darting from one side of the lake to the other, chasing after each other. The sun cast a beautiful yellow and orange across the heavens and a bright semi-circle on the hilltops. Adam was dangling upside-down on a half-dead tree, admiring the sunset as it slowly disappeared into the hills, replaced by a snow-white, rocky moon.
Preston
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