At dawn, the wet damp floor was danced upon by leaves that had fallen to the ground . Mist danced around dew drops as they splattered onto the cobwebs that the spiders had weaved .In the sun rise, a woman and her only child sit on the damp cold floor wrapped around in a blanket .

Up in the distance , the wind danced above the hills sending the grass back and fourth. Up above the peak of the mountain the château sat looking at the sight of his surroundings .

As the church bells rang, a frail old man stumbled on the path. The cloths he was wearing were thread bear and muted with colour .his old mud brown hat was the only shelter he had to protect him from the burning light of the sun . Moving slowly , the pain shoots up to the soles of his feet making it an agony to walk. At dawn the old weary man carry's his backpack slung onto his back, to his final destination.

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