Week 17 – 55 Words

Close by, water tumbles over pebbling in a creek that meanders near the log cabin. A gentle breeze brushes my cheek and makes the maple leaves rustle and whisper, “Shh.”  Thinking, “no hustle and bustle of city streets, no deadlines to meet,” I close my eyes, smiling, sated with nature, content in this peaceful hideaway.

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