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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
The quietness of an orchard is something very unsettling in the winter time, as there's no insects or wildlife wandering about. All I could hear was silence and my pounding heart for the next three and a half hours of my shift. I almost wanted some monster to come tearing through the trees bellowing out, 'Hahah here I am, here to eat you!' But instead I saw and heard nothing more.
