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There are cacti in the desert
Many of them
In fact I think that if weren't for the tiny cactus on my shelf I would say
that all cacti live in the desert
Where birds make their homes in their fleshy insides
And where Sokka drinks the wrong cactus's juice
The white branch crackled across the dark sky. Clouds rumbled and twisted out of the bolt's way as it streaked toward its wooden counterpart. The tree snapped as the bolt sent a shock down the trunk. With a whoosh, the tree was aflame.
I've gotten too much sun recently, and the muscles in my arms are sore. The warm weather has gotten to my head and I feel ill. Perhaps I should get more sleep, or drink some more water. Maybe I should remember to put on sunscreen before leaving the house...
Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever.
Ah, a ticket. Tickets to the circus are my favorite kind. No, no. My FAVORITE kind of ticket is that kind that doesn't exist. Platform 9 3/4, anyone? I'd die if I ever got that ticket for real. Imagine the destinations you would reach. The journeys that would happen with just that one ticket...?
I remember, once, my mother came home and started grading her fifth graders' tests. When asked to name all the colors of the rainbow, some misspelled "violet" as "violent".
Her parched lips touched the warm metal spout of the canteen and she signed. There wasn't even a drop of water that could be scrounged to ease her thirst.
She carried the torch down the beach. The red flames flickered in the high wind. Heat radiated off the red and on her face. She smiled.
Booth, from Bones. Booth, Superman becoming himself from Clark Kent. Booth, those 3D glasses you get in the movie theater. The 1920's, the Tommy hun, black and white and sepia tones, Cigar smoke in a saloon room. Booth.
Like a thief in the night darkness will find you. The Book Thief by Cornelia Funke. That song that Rasputin sings in Fox's 'Anastasia'. Thievery Plagiarism. Stolen bread that isn't really stolen but still. The Boy With The Bread.
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