Fantasy
“Graciela,” a voice called softly. “Graciela.” She was lying on a bed of grass and flower pedals surrounded by trees. A soothing voice woke her from her peaceful rest. It kept calling her name. “Graciela.” She arose. She roamed around trying to find the one who was calling for her. “Where are you?” “Graciela,” it called again. “Graciela.” Finally, when she walked down a smoothed path and moved back the tree branches full of deep green leaves that were blocking her way, she found a beach. On that beach sat a male, a teenage male. His face was blurry, but it seemed as if he had been waiting for her; like he had been waiting forever. “I knew you would find me,” he said. “Why didn’t you tell me where you wer
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