Enervation
World Literature
The enervation of Hoard’s Path
On the misty morning of September, yellow leaves fell as the water crippled the path of
the rocks that lay between the erratic waves that stung the water like a cacophonous bee.
The lake was surrounded by a huge park named Hoard’s path. The first time I entered the
park a strong aversion came upon me. The mystery of the park held heavily on me and …
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…with it. Though me and my friends never came back to it,
when we remember it we still think why the place was so insipid and why no one else
liked it other than me and my friends. As I came back through Hoard’s path many
memories and thoughts came to me but the one that kept on coming to me was what they
said in baseball.Heroes are born but legends never die.
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