the wind blew her honey brown hair into her face. she brushed it back behine her ear, and looked up. the wheat feild would be ready to harvest in a few days and thus making the shallow hills a golden blonde. just below the mountain line she could see the small town, her mother would take her there all the time when she was little. she looked back down at her paper and satisfide with her drawing she got up and left.
she was country on the out side but on the inside she knew she didnt belong, most people expect her drawings to be of the country side she sits in as she draws , but she drew deamons and dragons. no one really knew this side of her she hates getting close to anyone even her shelf. she stood distant from what she did not know.
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