The path wound through the woods, starting just inside the border of the trees, it meandered past a small lake and towards the forgotten whitewashed gazebo in the distance, almost hidden by the hanging roses and ivy. The air, heavy with their fragrance and softly falling petals.
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That was beautiful. The imagery was sharp and strong. The last sentence was less a sentence and more a confusing fragment, but the imagery it carried was excellent. It was brief, and I wasn't sure where you were going with it, but it sounds as though it could be the beginning of a very important scene in a novel.
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