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It felt like years since she had last traveled to such a place. Such tranquility; the calm air and quiet trickle of a creek nearby always seemed to put her in a trance. 'The little things in life ' she thought to herself. How often she thought and even spoken these words, but had she ever adhered to them? Had she ever stopped and simply enjoyed the small "treasures" life had bestowed upon her? Of course not. She was blind to such things, not by choice but by deep subconscious conflictions within herself in which felt as if they would never be resolved. No amount of time, nor love or care could wash away her bloodied conscience. Having taken r