Yvette and Jacques worked at their father's bakery. Yvette was a writer. Jacques was a painter. Their father had them work their talents as much as baking. They weren't from this region and father's stories of other places made them dream of travel.
The fifty-foot tall oak tree blocked the front door to the town hall. The tree had a five foot diameter and had claimed its place several weeks ago. A new mayor came with the tree.
Ranon walked up the steps to the second floor apartment above the store. At the end of the hallway was a window. Her sister, Signal, stood there looking out the window, "I just can't believe how green it is."
Clop, clop, clop. The cane made that noise relentlessly as Hanna walked down the street. It was sharp and loud compared to the sound it had made on the farm.
Wil and Airy sat at their desks writing words over and over. The ink dripped from their quills and followed the indents they made on the page with their thoughts.
Kale trudged along, lifting their feet high with each step. The greenish-brown soil still coated their pants. The spring rains had lessened, but the road and field where the tent was pitched were still soaked. Talia greeted them. "How did it go?"
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