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The watchtower stood, a grey monolith just beyond the city walls. For years, it had provided the people with their sense of security.
That is, until the fire started. Now, it appeared to be candle of stone, inspiring only negativity from those who beheld it.
A doll gazed back at the girl as she peered through the shop window. Unable to resist its golden ringlets and sky blue eyes, she tugged at her mother's arm and asked for some money.
She received it.
The piercing whistle was the signal.
The closing scene was approaching.
A rebellious child, an elusive ball, and a stuck shoe were the chief actors.
Light was shining, not too far off into the distance.
An ominous shadow was looming over the players.
And finally,
a collision.
One apron lies crumpled on top of the counter. Its checkered front is spattered with the dried remnants of a little girl's attempt at baking something edible with a real oven.
A red velvet box
sitting square on his palm
opened.
Inside, an object
reflected the dim lights.
As I accepted it
I grew aware of the fact
the my eyes did so too.
Frozen milk lay in three large scoops
in an ornate glass on top
of equally ornate tablecloth.
Had this been a poem about decors,
the ice ream may have been spared
of the cruel fate that awaited it
in its owner's mouth.
In a meadow speckled with flowers of all sorts of colors, there stood countless temples, one for each of the religions in the world. And outside each of these, there stood two guards, armed with revolvers of high caliber.
A palette can hold many wonders, from rising skyscrapers to elusive pixies, from the mundane view right outside your window to the fantastic scenery that only appears in your dreams. But before we go into all sorts of awe-inspiring details, we'll have to fill the palette with some paint first.
The princess dusted the diary she had just found amongst the countless books in the castle's library. Opening it, she found that it once belonged to a distant ancestor of hers, also a princess, yet detesting every moment of her laughably easy life.
Obey without delay- this motto has been instilled in the young monks working in the abbey of stone set upon a verdant hill in the country side of Italy. With one command from the abbot, the monks would immediately scuttle about the place and begin their work fixing the books in the musty library or tending to the vegetable garden right outside their window.
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