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Creative Writing: The Myth Of Millard Forest
In the depths of Millard Forest, where the trees grew taller and bolder, sat two cottages, each on different ends of the forest. The cottages were no ordinary cottage, for they had small sunrooms that faced the golden sunlight and the moon. Every morning, the couple that lived in the cottages woke to the bright sunlight, and fell asleep to the cozy sight of the moon and the illuminated light that it held. Every thousand years the moon and the sun would meet up at illuminate light in the exact spots of the two sunrooms. Though, the sunlight and the moonlight would only meet for a few moments.
The cottages arose to the bright sunlight in the crisp spring breeze. The couples in both cottages started their day as usual, and gathered berries and

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