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It was in the breeze and moving like a river, the red scarf sinuous and slowly running away. Side to side it snaked, it should have been born a kite, […]
It was in the breeze and moving like a river, the red scarf sinuous and slowly running away. Side to side it snaked, it should have been born a kite, […]
The bear stole a balloon. It was easy. In the woods, of all places, a small boy with hair like poorly sanded gold was toddling behind his mother and his […]