her. Eliana squinted, for streaks of sunlight flickered through the
cracks in the looming plants ahead of her. She took three cautious steps and stretched out her hand to slide through the wall.
She slithered through, pushing leaves and branches away as to
not hurt her face or eyes. Five steps later, she emerged from the
skyscraping plants. Her eyes latched onto a wondrously, peaceful
sight.
Eliana tiptoed out into the short grass of a gigantic field. The
meadow was aflame in fading autumn green grass and lacked any
sort of fencing. All Eliana saw was wide-open space: no cows, no
barbed wire fences and most importantly, no people. The field
was utterly empty, not a soul anywhere. Eliana was purely and
completely alone, but she didn’t mind, for she gazed at the beauty in amazement.
How wonderful is this? She thought to herself, her jaw ajar
and her eyes as wide as Kentucky. Eliana absorbed it all, but
paused, for she spotted something rather magnificent in the
middle of the meadow: a giant, monstrous weeping willow, but
Eliana was not fearful, no, for the tree was the most exuberating
thing she had seen all day. And without a second to waste, Eliana
took off toward the tree, leaping into the grass like an antelope.
The grass tickled and flicked around her ankles, but she ignored
the itch.
Finally, she arrived at the willow tree and examined it from
trunk to root. The trunk was several feet around with moss littering it and tiny black ants scampering up and down in the cracks
of the bark. Leafy arms sprinkled down from the thick branches
in hundreds and Eliana ran her fingers through the soft leaves.
How extraordinary!
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