Her

She loves the sunsets

Something she told me today

The colors she mentioned

Were red white and blue

I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle

She mentioned ice cream

Which makes perfect sense

Then we turned the corner

And she said just one more time

“I think sunsets are beautiful

This is one of many reasons why

I love her.

-Saschia

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A Billion Stars, and a Billion More

This story gets me through.

S. K. Nicholas

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Taking a step towards the door, I felt myself drawn by the same invisible force that had enchanted the snow. Not only did it have a hold of my body, but it had a hold of my soul, and even though I at first fought against it, the moment I surrendered, the music flowed through me as if I were water. Turning to Rusty, he nodded in approval as my feet lifted off the ground, and as I floated through the air, so the animals came and sat by his side. Even the trees temporarily ceased their dance to stoop down low enough to listen to the chatter that passed back and forth between lip and beak.

“Remember the things you’ve seen,” Rusty said, “and remember what it is you are.”

I made to respond, yet the energy coming from the door was doing many a strange thing to me.

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Will Write For Tomorrow

Light in the distance

A globe or maybe an orb

It flits around the corners of my heart

Dashes against the edges of my mind

I look and touch and smell

What it may be like

I want things a way

Smooth oiled machines

But life isn’t so oiled

It’s jagged and rough

There are times when moments

Connect seamlessly and those I pocket

And dissect later

But mostly it takes work

and prayer

and sweat

-Saschia