The Mysterious Trickling Brook

I followed the old map into the woods. It took me 2 days hiking to do it, and i got lost more than once. But then I heard water and I knew I was safe. I could follow the water to where ever it lead, to safety. But when I chopped my way through the rough thicket, and heavy trees, this is what I saw. I stood stunned. Forgetting all about what the old man had said, and just wanting to get out of the woods safely, I became afraid, and now, i was breathless. He spoke of everything with such passion, and it was all here. I didn't want to leave. I pitched my small tent and stayed in a small clearing overnight. I knew, when I awoke to this, that I was enchanted. I followed the brook down, down, down, and it stayed the same in beauty, until I reached the end, where there was an old thatched roof cottage worn and left to the elements. I went inside, and found remenants of the old mans past. WoW! He actually lived here. Who was he? And what was this place? Now it was mine, all mine, and I had no idea where I was, or what to do with it. The brook sang to me, and so I followed it back up, to find my way back home, but realized that this is now my home. As i walked through the deep woods, I said, "I will return." And the sound of the brook seemed to answer me back.... I'll be waiting.....

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I see a lot of hard work and an awesome imagination..

Oij, a strange, mysterious, and beautiful river, you have captured here.

Lo haces tan real que se me pone la "piel de gallina" (escalofríos). Estas creando el Planeta JulieAnn al que muchos vamos hacia allá transportados de tanta belleza. Yo aquí vendría con el niño de la lluvia y con Mary Poppins y con todos los seres mágicos que conozco... No te escribo todas las sensaciones que me produce el diseño y el comentario porque no acabaría nunca, pero me ha recordado mucho a una historia que me baje de internet y es preciosa. Esta historia está hecha a tu medida (y para todos los amigos de GP¡). No se si está traducida al ingles, ojalá sí¡, y es como un cuento-narración-poema de un hombre solitario en unas montañas desiérticas. El título: "EL HOMBRE QUE PLANTABA ÁRBOLES"; dura unos 15 min. y es una historia que no os tendríais que perder pues estais hechos para ella¡:)))

very beautiful

6. Very creative, story and design ! Love it very much !!!!! \n\nWish you and family, dear Julie, an Happy Easter. :)\nHugs, my friend.

I come back for more, after Easter. I´m very tired now.:)

oh my goodness Julie..you put a lot of work in this one too..amazing all your fine details with lots of love..how nice of you to do your best in your work to share with us..! :]

muy logrado,beautiful :O)

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL JULIE YOU ARE VERY CREATIVE, I FEEL A GOOD HEART HERE AND A BEAUTIFUL PERSON!!

muy bello

hi Julie.. hugs!

Beautiful!

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