Friday, April 15, 2011

The Quest

Papers in hand, he headed down the path hurriedly. Early morning sunlight lay dappled on the ground under the leafy, but not yet full canopy. A soft breeze blew chill on his bare arms. The sound of his feet slapping on the ground showed his pace had increased. Ahead, the sun painted the ground in a solid sheet of white, the trees no longer towering above his head. Soon, he knew, his journey would begin again. Kindergarten offered many chances to begin again.

*** Daily Writing Practice ***

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