Saturday, 16 May 2015
I was standing before a huge old oak door set into a long stone wall. I stood looking at this door for what seemed hours, before actually reaching out and turning the heavy metal handle that opened it.
As the mighty wooden door pushed away from me, a vast garden was spread before me as far as I could see. There was a mass of bright colours, trees, bushes and bright flowers.
I didn't move, I didn't seem able to and for hours again, I stood looking into the garden.
Posted by Max Walsh
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