First impressions
Tom stepped out of the car and looked around. The place was oddly beautiful. Birds flitted through the branches, and a nearby stream gurgled softly as it ran over rocks. It was peaceful, serene, and it reminded him of old fishing trips with his dad. The trailer itself looked worse in person, though, rusted and sun-bleached, but something about it felt grounded. Rooted. Like it belonged here.
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