Garden
A pristine white gate with a height that reaches a grown man’s waist stood serenely, holding hands with a matching fence on its left. Swaying back and forth in an infrequent rate, the gate responded to the gentle breeze - mingling with a sweet floral scent that’s barely noticeable - that ranged about the area occasionally. Beyond the gate, guarded by the fences was a crowded garden occupied by miscellaneous blooms: Moon flower, Peruvian Lily, Baby’s Breath, and every kind one can name.

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