My mind is like a river overflowing its banks. The future is the stormcloud overhead. The road before me is long and wide, and I fear getting lost in its expanse. But the sun shines bright, a star to follow, and I am secure in the warmth of a smile.
(a.k.a. the attempt of a writer to exercise her imagination)
My mind is like a river overflowing its banks. The future is the stormcloud overhead. The road before me is long and wide, and I fear getting lost in its expanse. But the sun shines bright, a star to follow, and I am secure in the warmth of a smile.
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