Coming home from Aunt Doris' house with my father the day after Christmas, the sky was filled with a cloud bank that stretched all the way to the horizon--big, blue clouds, so dark and solid, they looked like mountains. I remember dreaming about living in the mountains when I was a little girl and pretending on days like these that the clouds
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:) Stephanie
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I know my writing doesn't reach a huge audience, but it has received a lot of acclaim from teachers who are a little less conservative and more cutting-edge. It may not be everyone else's writing, but it is my own. And I want to than you for seeing at least some of that.
Just to add to my other thankful comment. :)
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