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| The Storm I dreamt that I was in a field, the birds were singing a beautiful song, and butterflies were dancing along the flowers. Then all of a sudden it got dark and the sky rumbled with thunder, the rain came pouring down, the lightning light up the sky. The birds were gone, the butterflies had vanished, and the flowers disappeared. I felt afraid and scared. All alone not knowing what to do. Then I awoke and found myself in the field, the birds were singing their beautiful song, and the butterflies were dancing across the flowers once again. I then realized the storms my come, and make it seem the sun is dead. But in the end the sun will shine again. ~Chrystyna~ |
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