The boat set out, one cold autumn night, to steal some
beauty and bring it back to the dull place the sailors called home. It searched
and searched for something perfect enough to put in its treasure chest. Nothing
was quite right. Finally a sailor scooped up some water and some moonlight. The
boat sailed back to its old jungle home with the treasure in tow. When the
sailors looked in the chest they smelled the salt and imagined the sea, and
perhaps they could squint and see the
ocean and the moonlight, and they remembered their moonlit journey. When they
showed it to their friends, however, the box held nothing.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
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Lovely. I often write paragraphs like this, not intending to continue the story. Keep on writing Sasha!
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