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End of the rainbow.
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The old, treasure chest lay exposed when the storm retreated. It's treasures were not ordinary, nor would it seem, or deem, like treasure to the ordinary. The storm has uprooted the tree, and in it's cavity lay the old chest, with it's letters, faded, lost to time, ravaged by nature. A gentle breeze ruffled the old paper, that was used to wrap the contents of the chest. Decades of soil, mist and water had seeped through, and the chest was rusty,...
The old, treasure chest lay exposed when the storm retreated. It's treasures were not ordinary, nor would it seem, or deem, like treasure to the ordinary. The storm has uprooted the tree, and in it's cavity lay the old chest, with it's letters, faded, lost to time, ravaged by nature. A gentle breeze ruffled the old paper, that was used to wrap the contents of the chest. Decades of soil, mist and water had seeped through, and the chest was rusty,...
