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witch

the kid in the front row of the dim gymnatorium had dark blue eyes that gradually widened along with his mouth as the actress cackled joyously over her imaginary cauldron he could not see that she was too beautiful for … Continue reading

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Waiting for the curtain

My little son and I were waiting for the show to start. “They’ll bring down the lights soon,” I said. Then I realized he was trembling, looking up at the great chandelier above us. Some explanation solved that one, but … Continue reading

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Small Universe

Soft the little boy plays Fingers curling over his Favourite wooden engine: Thomas Guiding him and his Magnetic entourage of wooden cars Chuff-chuff-chuff Choo-choo-choo! Along the linked wooden track Towards silent Edgar Waiting on a siding with his array; Across … Continue reading

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