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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022
Submitted to Contest #143
She loved clouds. When she was 8, she and her mother would always look up to them. Warmed by the spring sunshine, they would lie on the fresh, green grass that would often pick at their skin. The first puffs of milky, white clouds would float across the sky. “That looks like a rabbit, Mama,” the girl would say. The mother would laugh saying she saw something else like a baseball bat. Every day the fleecy clouds floated across the bright, blue sky and sometimes veiled the sun, and whenever they looked up, the sun would radiate t...
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