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Here I am sitting in my favourite spot reading my book of Autumn tales.I love reading especially mystical and enchantment stories.I kind of get lost in the pages and forget where I am as if I am dreaming.No one seems to be around.I can hear the wind blowing and leaves swirling at my feet.I look at my watch and notice I have been here for almost three hoursWhere has the time gone I ask myself.I hear a faint whisper as if the leaves or wind is trying to communicate.Time to go home came the voice from somewhere behind me.I tried to move and felt rooted to the ground I could not move.It is Autumn came a second voice.Your Favourite time of year.Oh Yes I heard myself replyingIts the month I was born..I can't move I shouted .Suddenly everywhere went quiet and calm as if my voice commanded attention.Close the book said the wind .I closed the book and if by magic I was free.I stood up and put my book under my arm as if it was the place it should be.Walking home through the leaves I was a little girl again,The Autumn leaves making a crunching sound like the way they did all those years ago.As I came to the top of Biddies hill I could see my Mum looking over the iron gate.Where on earth have you been. I have been out of my mind with worry she said in an alarming voice.I have been reading this wonderful book I replied. It will take you anywhere and bring you home again.The End©
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