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A cool breeze,
A large gust,
All the same.
Wind
A beating heart,
A tear-filled eye,
The horrid art,
Of asking why,
To feel the needing,
Of pleading.
With a magnifying glass in hand, Anna leaped into the small cavern. She held her flashlight in at just the right angle to catch a small bug laying on a rock. Anna examined the bug, and realized it had never been seen before!
She looked around the desolate forest. After finding the boy, she would need to find refuge. If you were in her shoes, you would be scared. But was she scared? Maybe you should ask her.
Once upon a time everyone was not a singer. No, this isn't your everyday fairytale. I wish it was. But you'd have to pay real close attention to the details of the introduction. Am I confusing you? I bet I am. Anyways, no one could sing. At all. They could barely speak.
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