as swirling the darkness across the room grows into a wool ball, the witches under my bed all come out to play, and wake me up, once more, silence pleeaase!!...kids...
I'm a Jersey Girl without the accent, and the attitude pops up every once in a while. Writing makes a static object interesting, and if I write about it well enough others could find it interesting, too.
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as swirling the darkness across the room grows into a wool ball, the witches under my bed all come out to play, and wake me up, once more, silence pleeaase!!...kids...
room grows as sun fills the run
sunset
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