Instead, Julia settled on settling down beneath the canopy of a weeping willow growing along the banks of a creek. The trickling of the water reminded her of her childhood sanctuary, and the light breeze was soft against her cheeks.
“I needed this,” Julia said, between bites of her ration. “I hope my mood holds.”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Dark Hearts is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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