A young boy sat on a stump. He closed his eyes counting numbers. Having found seven of them he opened his eyes and was home. His mother was crying. His father was not. He closed his eyes again and found a stone to skip. “Can I have the stone again?” The stone was taken by the water.
-M. Taggart
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Your OWT always make me think and create such stories in my mind. I love it.
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Strange what happens when you close your eyes!
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