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he nine ladies were ready to find their Aunt Hazel, especially her two daughters who were in the group of searchers. They never even gave it a thought that someone may be lost on a vacation. It has never happened to the ladies before, and they hoped it would never happen again. It wasn’t fun and very sad when you couldn’t find a relative who was lost.
“Look at this trail. It’s beautiful with the bright green grass and the leaves on the trees are moving as the wind gently tossed them about,” Kat said as she gazed at the beautiful site. The others stood still as they listened to Kat do her descriptions.
“Wow, I didn’t know you were a poet,” Carbo said in laughter.
Kat laughed along with the others. “I just thought it was so pretty. I just had to say it out loud.
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