The sun shone brightly, casting shadows across the vast meadows of Cumbria. Leaves gently fell from the aging trees, gliding effortlessly through the slight breeze of the autumn day. The grass rippled across the fields, creating a wave effect for as far as the eye could see. The path made smooth from years of ramblers. Stones, polished with wear, made little sound as I made my way along the path, gradually finding my bearings. I …
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…around Rex and walked with him back down the path. And as I walked, I thought about the falling leaves and the aging trees withering, and I realised of how, despite the world around us collapsing and giving in, if we can stand our ground with broad shoulders and look towards hope, then our paths towards darkness will lengthen. And we will all become colourful shades because we refused to stand alone and cave in.