The Silver Box
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As soon as I shut the door behind me, I felt a fear of anxiety inside me. No matter what I would do, it wouldn't so be trounced. It was a typical autumn day. I felt the freezing, icy wind slashing against my face. Walking trough, I saw the last leaves falling from the cold, brown trees. Children were walking excitedly with their parents to school, shivering, soaked from the harsh rain. My umbrella almost flew away, like an out-control-dog on a route. In my eyes this was totally unlike my usual journey to school. The path I was walking on was very muddy. I had to take big steps, in fear of getting stuck in the marshy mud. Big trees surrounded the path almost like giants. Dusk floated on the path. Suddenly I reflected on yesterday and what I had done. My memories were very vague. I couldn't remember one...


