Short Writing Bursts

  Jessie and Armand walked hand in hand down the lane enjoying the quiet solitude of peace and quiet. The trees gently swayed in a breeze sweeping their branches over them in protection. 

Walking hand in hand, Jessie could not believe how lucky she was to have Armand at her side. 

The colorful fall foliage surrounded them as they walked further down the lane. 

Quiet enveloped them. They seemed to walk in a world all their own down the never ending lane. 

The rustle of leaves, birds calling warnings, and water trickling over rocks in the stream was all they heard as they walked down the lane.


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