haven
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143Haven stretched out on the blanket she’d spread beneath the old willow tree, her sketchbook balanced on her knees. Today, it was the scene itself—so peaceful, so alive. She wanted to preserve it, not just on paper but in her memory. At 18, with her whole future stretching before her, Haven often felt the pull of the unknown. You 18 years old saw her and walk up too her to talk.
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