Maria was running for her life. All she could hear was her paws on the floor, the leaves and sticks crunching as she ran, her heart beating out of her chest, and the screams of her parents surrounded by growls and snarls. When she heard those all too familiar screams she knew that she had hugged her parents for the last time. Then she was attacked. It was so sudden that Maria didn’t know who hit her. Then she was surrounded, not by rogues but by a pack. When the pack warriors saw her they were not happy about it. Running in the opposite direction in a frenzy she went east away from the pack warriors and away from greedy rouges. But, slowly she began getting tired and the warriors started to catch up. And then, she was backed up in a corner Right when the warriors were about to dispose of her. She glowed and not because she washed her coat. No it was a light that was protruding through her skin and lighting up the forest and she closed her eyes.
That is when she woke up.
“Oh, damn it was that dream again” she sighed “IT'S BEEN 13 YEARS, GROW A PAIR MARIA” she scolded herself. Then she heard the sound of banging. Banging? She thought. As she trudged closer to the door due to her being half asleep the banging got louder and louder. “Ok Ok, I'm going don’t to break the door!!!”.
She turned the knob and opened the door. What she saw on the other side of it shocked her beyond compare. I'm not your friend or anything damn you think that your the man i n think therefore i am i'm not your friends or anything damn u think that your the man i think therefore i am A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents. I should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet I feel that I never was a greater artist than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image
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