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A Chapter by Taylor
Sky beasts stole sun, stole green, stole light and wind so all was grey and damp and chill. Sky beasts shed fur in white tufts on the window sill, on ..
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I live alone in a small room
and read the newspapers
and sleep alone in the dark
dreaming of crowds.
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A story of a father, a daughter, and a dog.
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It's midsummer night, and she thinks she can fly.
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My mama,
she was famous.
I don’t
know this ’cos I met her or anything. I mean, I didn’t know her. Papa said she died when..
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I. Ainsley
Shae asks me if I’m all right. I can feel her hand on
mine, and she’s saying it, echoey and faraway, and she&rsquo..
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