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The Shack

I walked to the river and back.

   Something told me I should.  

I saw things I hadn't seen before.

   A dog.  A deer.  A stream.

 

I saw an old abandoned shack.

     It was made entirely of wood.

I walked to the shack and opened the door.

     And that was the start of my dream.

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mitchell-e-walters
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May 2, 2012
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