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Pins covered my wall. Attached to the pins were dozens of photographs. Great memories. I stared at the photographs and smiled at the beautiful collage of memories God had given me. He will give me many more.
Rubies covered the floor. We had retrieved the loot. My conscious was heavy and my mind bruised, but I felt the riches between my hands. The stolen riches. Shouldn't we all have them? A voice inside me said I shouldn't have done this. I pushed it aside, my greedy, human feelings overwhelming me.
I flipped through the air. Clouds enfolded me in a soft blanket. I flipped through the air, giggling. My hair bounced in the waves of the wind. Clouds enfolded me, enclosing me in a case of fluffiness.
I splashed in the pond by the bay on a sunny summer day. The frogs croaked and the birds sang on the beautiful blue day. I was alone with God and His creation. Soon the sun would say, "Sayonara!" and I would leave with perfect memories in my mind.
Staples. Bread, water, wheat. Staples.
A small, orphaned girl scrambled through the alleyways searching for food.
For us, it is a luxury, to her, it is a staple.
She searches through the dumpsters and steps on cans.