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The Fallen Star
A star fell in the field behind the house. -
these daydreams of mine
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 -
Angel Lily
People have always said my mother was magical. I never truly believed them until her funeral. -
Place of magic
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, -
A Little Boy Named Thomas
The kid’s name is Thomas, Tom for short. -
Tomorrow, the Day of Impossibles
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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,