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She handed me an umbrella that fell from one of the trees and she said a storm was about to come. With a large blast, confetti fell from the sky and got caught in the net of trees and the spokes of our umbrellas. The storm continued for an hour more, the trees growing as the colour fell.

a piece of the story I have been told to write.

Ink, water colour, sharpie and the like.

Description
She handed me an umbrella that fell from one of the trees and she said a storm was about to come. With a large blast, confetti fell from the sky and got caught in the net of trees and the spokes of our umbrellas. The storm continued for an hour more, the trees growing as the colour fell.

a piece of the story I have been told to write.

Ink, water colour, sharpie and the like.