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flower children

When I have children, I'm going to let them grow up like the weeds in our garden. Nobody pays any attention to them, and they're so tall, so thick -- and meanwhile the roses on their stakes, in their planting boxes, get scrawnier every summer.

the final stage.



"And one by one, the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us." - Pablo Neruda

A Story of a Girl

This story starts with once thare was a girl. So are you ready lets go. Once thare was a girl. Well she was walking though the farist and she loved the way the bees know how to make thare honey. Also she loved the way the butterflys flapped. She was sure a camealean could change to any color in the woule younavers. Dont you think so. well if you dont you should. there i said it. The girl always wanted to ride a camel. maybe if you believe in it will come true because that happend once. but only once. thats all you ever get.

Mae Castro 6 yrs old.


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