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A small boy stood with his grandfather looking out over a small valley. The boy was small, barely ten years old, though old enough to be able to do simple tasks. The grandfather on the other hand was much taller then the boy and even though his limbs where thin and his skin wrinkled with a head of white he could still keep up with his grandchild. This valley was different from anywhere else near them, it was barely a couple dozen feet from the world of today and yet none of it had moved to touch this land. Even the sounds of the outside world didn’t penetrate this place. It was like time stood still leaving a pocket that was this land the only problem was that the land held only grass and a small stream which disturbed the silence. Otherwise there was nothing blocking ones view from one side to the other.

This emptiness and disconnection from everything else is exactly why the grandfather bought the land though. It was untouched by the hands of both man and time and ready to be worked, sculpted, and designed how he wanted like a blank canvas waiting for the painter to change it into a masterpiece. The two looked at each other before smiling already knowing what to do and with each taking a shovel began to dig. They started by widening the stream and though this took several weeks of work digging out the mud they managed to turn their stream into a fifteen foot wide river. Neither minded the time it took though for each other were all the two had left and enjoyed every minute they had with the other.

Looking out at the river they both nodded again and, taking a shovel, went to the small hill in the valley and planted a single cherry blossom tree. It was the very moment that they finished planting it that they promised to come back each year and plant a new cherry blossom. They both also knew that no other tree would be planted on that hill.

The years went on and the two planted more trees. The valley soon became a small grove of the blossoms until only one was left. The boy grew up well knowing all that his grandfather taught him and taking it to heart. The boy soon turned into a man and married and still more years passed as he, the grove, and his family grew though he never showed his family the valley. When his oldest child reached the same age as he was he finally took his family to the grove and helped them plant a tree of their own. His family grew more as his children had children of their own yet they never failed to come each year and plant a tree each generation leaving its own addition to the slowly growing forest of cherry blossoms.

The man eventually grew old himself looking more and more like his grandfather each year until finally he left as well. He never went far though and his family still visits his grave right next to his grandfather’s under the first tree they planted forever laying in the white and pink paradise that the two made.

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Wulfscub
23:12 May 29 2010

I love it, very moving

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CheshireTwins
19:31 Jun 28 2010

It's so sweet! I love this one! :D

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