What I call Heaven

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do or Die.”

Peaceful. Beautiful. Calming.Heaven. This is what I think about when I think about the Black Hills. I went there when I was younger, and I fell in love. I stayed in a log cabin on top of a hill that over looked a beautiful valley. Every morning I would wake up to deer in front of them giant glass window. We would go through the woods and go on walks. All you could smell were the sweet flowers blooming and the wonderful scents of nature. Everything was peaceful and beautiful up there. I never wanted to leave, and all I want to do is go back.


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