This place had once been filled with happiness; it had been a place of
joy and youth and of innocence. At Julia’s place the air had characteristically
smelt of cooking chocolate cake and strawberries. The sun always shone on
Julia’s place, impossibly illuminating every room and every inch of the house,
the birds in the grand oak trees that always cast a happy shadow, had always
sung sweet melodies to dance to during the day and soft lullaby’s when the
twilight fell. In the Garden summer sky blue bluebells grew among the fresh
snow white snow drops and daisies mingled with sun kissed daffodils. It had
been a magical, unbelievable place however one day great galloping hulking
storm clouds rolled in over the sky of Julia’s place, drowning the sunlight, choking
it with a thick, rolling smoke stained, purple smog; Dirty droplets of fetid
rain began to fall acidic to the touch like the tears of a heartbroken child,
it scorched the emerald green grass and withered the bright and hopeful
flowers.
Julia’s place had once been a place of great promise and adventure now
it is a ruin, a broken, splintered wreck holding only despair and anguish.
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