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Submitted to Contest #51
The small copse of trees and brush smelled of leaves, dirt and rain. Connor could barely fit into the space between the branches where he used to play as a child. The hidden place was still there, open and bare of any undergrowth, appearing almost exactly as it had twenty years before when he last visited the spot. He remembered the day when his family moved away to Chicago, and how angry and afraid he was to leave her behind. He was eleven years old at the time and had just met Fiadh, a beautiful red haired girl with fre...
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