Day 4: Street

On a cloudy day in Worcester, England, Abigail wondered onto a gravel path in the country. Blanketed by moss and grass, the whole place felt whimsical. I wonder what’s down this path? She thought. A breeze rustled the leaves and nudged Abigail towards her new discovery. “Alright, alright, I’ll walk down the street.” Each stepContinue reading “Day 4: Street”