On the misty morning of September, yellow leaves fell as the water crippled the path of

the rocks that lay between the erratic waves that stung the water like a cacophonous bee.

The lake was surrounded by a huge park named Hoard's path. The first time I entered the

park a strong aversion came upon me. The mystery of the park held heavily on me and I

wondered about the caricature of the waves which puzzled me about the dependability of

the waves staying where they were and not blowing me into the lake like a dog that

was being pulled in because of the coercion of the waves. When I reached a consensus

with my friends about going there in a week we were all exited about exploring the place.

My friend knowing of this place warned we about the daunting stories he had heard abut

building a mall there so they were to replace Hoard's path by a mall. As me and my

memories and thoughts came to me but the one that kept on coming to me was what they

came to Hoard's path for it had become our favorite place. But the next week when we

headed down the prodigious slope of the Hoard's path. The fresh scent of the air gave me

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Approximate Word count = 605
Approximate Pages = 2 (250 words per page double spaced)