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It was quite a nightmare, although it has already been a habit of Lenora. Locking the wooden old front door, she went to her garden, her little paradise. It was a small piece of land, it was a colorful picture hanging on a wall, there was weeds everywhere, yet there was roses and lilies, it was a carefully painted picture, filled with everything she loved. There was velvet roses, Cloudy gray lilies, violet colored hydrangeas, rainbows of wildflowers across the place, the beautiful plants stand out among the never ending wild flowers. And in the center, was a willow tree, an old, old tree. It was gigantic, something from a fairy tale, it was the listener for the generations of lonely people, it was the giant that provided shelter, it was the spotlight of the garden, and now, it was Lenora's friend.

Lenora slowly advanced towards her tree, this was her garden , a place she would be herself, a place she lets go of all shackles and binds, a paradise she cherished, and it was the sanctuary for her gentle heart. She was early, so she sat down against her giant willow friend and flipped open her book, and wandered off into her own world of imagination. Lenora was immersed in this world of reading, she gave herself in to the endless turning of pages, she was in her little own space where nothing could separate her attention. That was how devoted Nora was to her books. She was conveying the story to the plants and spirits surrounding her, the spirits and flowers were gathering to enjoy their story time told by their friend and sister. The subtle breeze of the wind brought along a faint smell of petrichor.

Page after page, the soothing sound of page turning, the rustle of the wild flowers being blown by the wind spirits, the gentle leaves of the willow swaying as though waving hello, the soft song of the birds that sing quietly knowing Lenora was story telling, and the hardly ever sounding woosh from the cars, there wasn't anything unpleasant, yet it was only for a short eternity, in conflict yet in peace, Lenora would soon finish, and it was time for school.

Time was fast, it was unforgiving, it was impatient, it was waiting for a long time, yet it is unfair, it is the element that pushes, it is the very being of flow. ' Time for school' , murmured Lenora.