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In the dark moonless night, he let his tears fall, kneeling in the dirt. The stars played as they peeked in and out of the clouds, something wet splattered against his face. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and the wind made his hair dance, a chill wrapping around him. Another drop. Looking from the sky to the mound on the ground in front of him, he reached with no conscious thought and grabbed a handful. Thunder rumbled overhead. She had been afraid of thunder, but warm summer rains always called to her. I am sorry. I am so sorry....
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Dahlia, a little gray mouse, dressed in her large flowery blue hat, sat at a table in front of Madam Prompamiers Cafe on a warm spring day. Sipping her tea and reading a magazine.“Dahlia!” A sweet feminine voice called out. Dahlia’s friend Tulip came rushing down the street, little paw on her head to hold in place a little lace hat. Her shopping bags were swinging wildly, till she reached the table where Dahlia was sitting.“Good heavens my sweet friend! Whatever is the matter?” Dahlia helped Tulip to sit, ordering for her friend, some cool l...
Spinning wheels, once used to spin wool into thread, have been relegated as nothing more than an antiquated idea for those who wish to participate in traditions escaping the modern era. A tradition left unappreciated; a piece of history abandoned to sit in the dusty corners of nostalgia. Who would have ever noticed the spinning wheel sitting in the middle of an antique store?The little bell jingled overhead when Augustine and his mother walked in. Alerting the older woman, Marigold, current owner of Darlene’s Antique Emporium, and Augustine’...
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