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Chapter 1: Stockholm - Sweden 1800s This is the first chapter of a series I will write in alternating voices. I hope you enjoy. An unusually cool August sunset led me out to an unfamiliar alley. Not only was the road slightly twisted but horses and carriages had worn the sun-hardened mud and the rough rocks embedded within. Indeed, the road was not a smooth one but it was the shortest to my favourite lakeside spot where the birds sung with all their passion. The water was violet silk, candy-floss pink, and a warm orange all at once. The boats roared back and forth since the industrial revolution - some for business other for the many immigrants. Upon my arrival, I sat in the same spot as I had since I was a little girl. The breeze was cool and the sky had only just begun embracing shades of darker blue. The daisies around me seemed endless and their smell was mesmerizing, pulling me into them. I lay my auburn hair becoming one with the grassy earth. Shortly after, with the sound of the soothing water, the day's labour became too much and I fell almost without control, to sleep. As I awoke, a strong smell coming from a cloth roughly pressed to my nose soaked the consciousness away from me and, within seconds,I was no longer in the same world as the passion-filled birds.

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