Under the surfaceA Story by Jeannette Lunete
Drily troughs in the backyard of my shuttle path. I have blinked to the last monster to come out. It takes the surface, but I can see through. I lie behind the corner of the path with dreams higher than mountains and shivery as the wings of the same butterfly that expired the last fragment of chaos. Me and my suitcase are frozen catapults, but the sunrise will save our sparkle and bring us to the other side. I at least dare you to exempt us golden friend...
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6 Reviews Added on September 4, 2014 Last Updated on September 5, 2014 AuthorJeannette LuneteAboutMiracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see. C. S. Lewis more.. |

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