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DREAMING OF BEING REAL I waited with the bubbles to cross the street. One big bubble winked at me. It had a rainbow just off-key of its center like a Cyclops eye. 'Bye! ' it blinked and went out of existence. I felt sad. I had really liked that bubble. My daughter waiting for red to go green continued blowing families of bubbles. some of the bubbles crossed the road before the lights changed and got hit by a 69 bus. Others busted on a lady's hat but the lady didn't notice it. One hitched a ride on an exclamation mark pretending to be a dog's tail. Two little baby bubbles travelled over on my shoulder. Some newly blown bubbles dashed across the road leading delightedly the way. Others disappeared up into a blue so blue (you wouldn't believe it) as if summer was trying to be a perfect picture postcard of itself. 'Hold my hand now, love! ' the father in my voice tinged the words with love and care. 'Ok! ' my daughter said trusting the words the bubbles in the bottle fell asleep and dreamed of being real.
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
DREAMING OF BEING REAL
DREAMING OF BEING REAL I waited with the bubbles to cross the street. One big bubble winked at me. It had a rainbow just off-key of its center like a Cyclops eye. 'Bye! ' it blinked and went out of existence. I felt sad. I had really liked that bubble. My daughter waiting for red to go green continued blowing families of bubbles. some of the bubbles crossed the road before the lights changed and got hit by a 69 bus. Others busted on a lady's hat but the lady didn't notice it. One hitched a ride on an exclamation mark pretending to be a dog's tail. Two little baby bubbles travelled over on my shoulder. Some newly blown bubbles dashed across the road leading delightedly the way. Others disappeared up into a blue so blue (you wouldn't believe it) as if summer was trying to be a perfect picture postcard of itself. 'Hold my hand now, love! ' the father in my voice tinged the words with love and care. 'Ok! ' my daughter said trusting the words the bubbles in the bottle fell asleep and dreamed of being real.
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Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
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