Front yard


Not so long ago when the sky was as blue as the ocean and it was full of little birds flying here and there, a little child always followed his mother to the front yard to hang on newly washed clothes. The world was so beautiful to him back then. It was so fresh and its smell was just like the wild flowers in his family garden. He looked deeply into the bluish vastness above his head, and imagined to be one of his fellow birdies. Mr old Sun shone sweetly over the little child, coloring the whole world in his honey-like light, fascinating the little child with his warmth and encouragement. The child bathed in the ocean of light and hope. The child loved the emerald sky of his childhood.


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