Thursday, October 4, 2012

Peter the squirrel turned his body to face the wind. As the cool fall breeze combed his fir against his skin, he became lost in his own thoughts. For a moment, closing his eyes, he felt himself become invincible, existing as pure white light.

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  1. I have been reading these to the monsters under the blanket with a flashlight. They have been humbled into silence.

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    I walked from the mushroom ring to the garnet door, enchanted by your fairy-tale jewelry...

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