It was a Sunday morning and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life.The trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blosoms filled the air.The Rosebud Hill, beyond the village and above it was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a delectable land, dreamy, reposeful and inviting.
Jerrick had just moved into a ......
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