Within each birth is a treasure so large. It is a box. It is a box that changes with the colours of the earth-the foxholes and the furrows. It contrasts with the notes of the cascades and the force of the blaze. And each box bears a secret-a secret so precious to each and every child. The stars, no matter how they glimmer, will never compare. In
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It's just that I haven't quite finished my last one.
Oh, my. Whoopsy daisies!
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my little green book's just sittin around, waiting
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go write some lit :P
i havent made short story in years (unless you count the ones we do for school)
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-kara
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