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    A star fell in the field behind the house. 

      I like when the winter air is just the right temperature to make me imagine myself walking through a Victorian castle’s courtyard in the dreary calm just before a bone chilling snow storm, with the natural light filtering through

People have always said my mother was magical. I never truly believed them until her funeral. 

There is hardly a better place to be
than deep in the archives of a library. 

Libraries are chock full of stories
with direct portals to other universes.

They have a certain cloud of mystery around them, 

The kid’s name is Thomas, Tom for short. 

I.
Tomorrow, I hope the sky turns green. 
I hope the sea turns violet, 
the fish to start flying and 
the birds to start talking. 

Tomorrow, I hope the trees erupt into symphony,