Alessan Perez
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Once Upon a Reminiscing
The home sat on a lovely piece of property. It was secluded from the rest of the world in a way that few could be. The front lawn was expansive enough for a child to run full force without any sort of restraint. I was lucky enough to be that child. The property was well cared for, impeccable even without any hint of pristine. The grass was a perfect shade of green. I often thought that it was identical to the color that any self-respecting six year old would diligently search the 64 crayon box of Crayola's for when she was coloring grassy areas. The walkway winded its way from driveway to the porch with a poetic movement. When a visitor followed it to the front door; they felt as if they might be dancing down it.
By Alessan Perez3 years ago in Fiction