I know there is a run on at the end!.!.!.!.
Everything in Chesnut Springs was still, as always!. The wind with the pine tree leaves billowing in the breeze in the dead of night was the only disruption to be known to the quaking villagers!. The calm and stillness was too unnatural, and the inhabitants’ lives were filled with the treacherous horrors of all the unstable lives and unutterable feelings!. Rebecca Down was a simple girl to her family and friends!. She did not talk a great deal, and usually spoke when she was spoken to!. Most would not have expected her to do anything rash or unnatural!. But Rebecca knew full well that underneath every pleasantry and common word, with every fiber of her being she wished to break away from her cold, sheltered life and lunge toward a new existence!. She needed something different, something that supplemented for the bigger picture, though she would never be certain what until the time would come when Rebecca would feel a longing separate from her own customary existence, her small sheltered group, and something even separate from the familiar ice cold snow that sloshed against her feet every morning!. Www@QuestionHome@Com