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Droplets of dew clung to each blade of grass, making them shimmer in the early morning light. The lone cedar tree stood aloft, its leaves flickering in the soft breeze. The sun slowly rose up behind the hill. Its dancing rays played across the courtyard, letting shafts of sunlight glide across the slick stone walkway and the front of the church.

The foundation was ancient, with crumbling mortar in between the bricks. On the sides of the building were magnificent stained glass windows. As the sunlight filtered through the glass, blue, yellow and purple splashed across the floor, creating an enormous art palette. If you moved farther up, you would see that an old clock tower was perched on the roof. The rusted hands no longer worked; they were only a fragment of time forgotten.

Ivy curled around the shingles, adding to its forlorn appearance. Apparently it had not been attended to for some time; its decrepit state was disheartening.  The dirt road that led up to it used to be trodden over by excited feet, but now lay hidden under the overgrown shrubbery.  Perhaps if someone could find it they could restore it to its original glory; however, no one ever came.

A squirrel slowly shimmied up one of the sides of the building.  As the sun rose to spread its warmth, the small creature’s nose twitched.  Suddenly, it scurried down the front of the building and darted away, leaving the forlorn church alone and forgotten, as it had been and would be.

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