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Somewhere the earth waits for changethat makes the new come forthA bit of wind or peep of sunFewer clouds to block the raysAnd grown-up children with ..
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For my son, who was three
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I move words on a pageWebpage or printer paperNotebook paper or constructionIt matters notI move words with my handsLike a magicianI rearrange letters..
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She primly sits at the wooden deskChecking inventory on a screenShe dons a blue and white flowered dressAnd square glasses that perchOn the end of her..
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The weather was all messed up, and Zoe
knew why. Everything was unstable, and that was because the world was
ending. It wouldn't be long.
Once ..
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“Don't wear white after Labor Day” the old folks always said.I didn't understand why when I was younger, but now, oh, I get it. Because I ..
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Prologue: The Good ProviderThe pen flows so smoothly over the paper, Jimmy thought with wonder. As always. The rush he felt as the words seemed to wri..
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The InterpreterMiss Carrie looked good, considering. She had been in this place for a couple of months, ever since she'd had a stroke and lost the abi..
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Saturday Morning, AprilKisanii was in her room on the floor, sitting on her legs, drawing again. Looked like a dog, or another wolf. She loved to draw..
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The woman strolled along leisurely, not caring that it was so dark and creepy out tonight. Vampires, werewolves, witches, and ghosts. What-eva, she th..
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