Monday, February 22, 2016


This was a test. This was the ultimate test.
To have brought a humble being out of the woods, out of the swamp, out of the wild
And plop it into her life as a ball of pure joy and innocence.
The Sun was shining. Finally
A smile returned to her tired, pale face
For many days, and the grass grew green by the lake
The Flower bloomed

But how would she handle the darkness when the sun one day did set

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