She walked along the path. The dry leaves made a noise when she walked. She had a stick with which she poked, in case there were snakes underneath the leaves.
She wasn't afraid of walking alone. The gentle breeze was like a whisper that gave her comfort. She was lost in her thoughts when she saw the lake and paused to admire the beauty.
The water was calm and geese were swimming in the water. The noon had given way to the cool evening and the birds were returning to their nests.
She walked forward and collected fruits from the rose apple tree. There were enough to make a jam. She also took a few photos of the lake and then walked back to her house.
Smell of the jam on freshly baked and toasted bread attracted customers to her bakery.
Story by me
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