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The GardenKatie woke to a fresh breeze from the open window over her bed. Outside it was almost dark, a faint grey light filtering in. She pulled the blankets up over her shoulders for warmth and burrowed down – the air still had some bite to it this early in the morning, even though spring was well under way. Downstairs she heard a door close – the front door from the sound of it. She sighed and rolled over, reaching for her sweater where she’d left it on the floor the night before.The Garden by dusty-umbrella
Pulling it over her head she stood, the wood floors cold beneath her feet. Waking this early was something her body was accustomed to. When school was in session she had a forty-five minute drive down into the valley, and even during the summer her father made a habit of rising before the sun.
When school was in session. It seemed strange to think that in only two weeks she would be graduated. She would have to make a decision soon about what she was going to do in the fall, and it was one she had