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Space/Meteors
Blue hands against a red star scattered sky.
They push to be free.
Small pointed shaped rocks in the sky.
Those aren't small.
Could they be meteors?
As they make their way across the unknown, -
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Cinnamon
She was always wrapped in cinnamon.
Her aroma was a mixture of brown and gold oak
stacked together like firewood,
as was her house on the side of the mountain
made from a similar material,
