One, two, three.
One, two, three.
One, two, three.
It's just him and the flag, and the flap of the wind against the bright fabric. It's just him and the flag, with the spin and the flash.
He could get lost in it.
He spins the flag, faster and higher, back-hand, flip, twist, slam! Back-hand, flip, twist, slam! It clouds his mind, this
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Oh, his writing was typical of a short story -- not as much for a novel. But I did write it during the Bradbury Era of Literature.
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(Well, in case you WEREN'T attempting to mimic his style, I didn't want to insult you. Though I don't see how comparing you to Bradbury could be an insult...)
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