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The slightly damp dirt soiled my jeans as I knelt in the flowerbed. It was weeding time. I grabbed low on the stem of a dandelion and tugged in out of the ground. Then I shoved it into the plastic Winco bag. I repeated this many times.I despise dandelions. Always have. The very sight of their white fluff fills me with violent rage. Where others (Naethan) may see the beauty of a wish not yet wished for, I only see a nuisance. A weed. And I hate weeds.Perhaps I’m being too dramatic. I’ve been told that before.That I get carried away.Like tho...
The wishes weren't magic, but I had always hoped there was power in them. Maybe there was. Maybe there was power in the way a human could hurt and hope at the same time. Maybe it was resilience. The way I had to fight to wish, and to hope. Maybe it was love that drove me to wish.I do not know. My first wish was that Arthur would get better. He’d been sick for so long. We knew he was dying. His wood had been burned. The wood that had been connected to his life force since his sixth birthday. Beck and I didn’t know who did it. For all we kn...
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