The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
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The wind rushed through his hair and kissed his scalp, his legs churned, his arms reached toward the sun, and his eyes were locked forward as the water closed in on his vision—
The outer walls of the barn were a faded and chipped pink; the original coat of vibrant red paint had long since decayed. The white trim hardly held as well, the sunbaked boards naked and exposed.
That’s not to mention the thousands of others that maybe haven’t achieved the level of fame that some of WSU’s alumni has, but have contributed immensely within their own communities.
I was quite nervous at first, but hanging out with Nate seemed strangely like hanging out with a friend that I’d known for some time, and his easy-going nature put me at ease.
As we stood on the pier looking down at the water, a slight sense of panic even washed over my nerves that I couldn’t quite explain, and certainly didn’t express at the time.