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The Secrets in the Soul

The moon light was haunting as I walked down the narrow path.
The leaves on the trees colors oranges, yellows, and reds. The flowers go limp as the cold weather hits and had changed them. The cool wind wraps around the earth like an icy blanket cooling off a fever. The moonlight ... haunting as it is guides me in to a secret place; a place of secrets not yet uncovered; a place called my soul.

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