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THE LIGHT VANISHES Summer had suddenly gotten old. Shadows nibbled at the light limping along by an orchard wall biting it to the bone. The light seemed to wince. An apple fell to the ground as if on cue. Forever seemed somehow shrunken. Time withdrew into itself. The house was talking to the wind in its creaky old voice about the this of that and the that of this. The wind saying nothing now. Keeping sthum. Inside... a book lay asleep upon a table waiting to be awoken by a child's hand. The words now allruntogetherbit ready to jump back into their proper places take up their position. when called upon. Even the pterodactyl had its eyes shut tight in the drawing of it on page 42 flying in pre-historic black and white. I was amazed to find I owned all these aunts and uncles that were all mine! I even had a cute cousin called Mary Frances who always made me smile. A mottled mirror had flung itself upon a floor scattering itself here & then there in a loud "oNo!" Still showing the world its face in many tiny little seeings that could draw blood. I breathed the summer in. I breathed the summer out. I would never again be as old as I was now. It was the last time I was 9.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
THE LIGHT VANISHES
THE LIGHT VANISHES Summer had suddenly gotten old. Shadows nibbled at the light limping along by an orchard wall biting it to the bone. The light seemed to wince. An apple fell to the ground as if on cue. Forever seemed somehow shrunken. Time withdrew into itself. The house was talking to the wind in its creaky old voice about the this of that and the that of this. The wind saying nothing now. Keeping sthum. Inside... a book lay asleep upon a table waiting to be awoken by a child's hand. The words now allruntogetherbit ready to jump back into their proper places take up their position. when called upon. Even the pterodactyl had its eyes shut tight in the drawing of it on page 42 flying in pre-historic black and white. I was amazed to find I owned all these aunts and uncles that were all mine! I even had a cute cousin called Mary Frances who always made me smile. A mottled mirror had flung itself upon a floor scattering itself here & then there in a loud "oNo!" Still showing the world its face in many tiny little seeings that could draw blood. I breathed the summer in. I breathed the summer out. I would never again be as old as I was now. It was the last time I was 9.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
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