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A Story, in One Truthful Sentence
Stories of Few Words.
The quick brown mouse escaped the snarling jaws of the cunning fox, which was not as clever as the red demon had assumed itself to be....the smaller of the two, then restfully sleeping in its mother's womb of security, there in the tunnel of hope.
A beautiful day, can be as a sparkling diamond, glowing in the warming light of a fatherly sun, and at rest in the dark abyss of the night's sanctuary of redemption..so that it may greet all who do not despair, but to live by hope and faith...its new reprieve for old regrets.
The golden moon, that old mood maker, danced in the blackened sky-ways...pouring out its beacon of light, like the gay Spring maiden of the dewdrops, dispensing showers of honey to glisten on the flower's petals...all spread wide to gather the fond nectar of the celestial by-ways.
White clouds of feathery moistness, clamber eagerly, to rise from the bowels of the watery holds, mounting their steeds, as eagles of the purity of light...to build bright columns, looming above the sky blue ocean's back drop...all, casting a surreal spell upon the scene, with its character of nature, so portrayed.
The planets in heavens, with stars all spin, joining in their celestial dance ..to glaze my eyes, as if in a trance, beyond all beliefs, I do surmise.
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