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Let's see where we go with this, shall we?


They used to tell her stories about the sky. She remembers, being a little girl, envisioning how the sky must've looked when it cried for 40 days and 40 nights. She once pictured the faces of these ancients as a hand came down and pulled apart the sea like two veils, revealing a path to freedom and the unknown. Oh what adventures she concocted, in her child-mind, with the sky. In one dream, she remembers having, she floated up to the sky. As she rose higher, all the worries of the world faded away as if they were far to heavy to follow where she was now going. Upon reaching the clouds she often stared at, she was greeted by winged beings who extended chubby little fingers and touched hers. She then woke up, with a smile, and wondered when and if these dreams would ever come true. She's in her twenties now, still young, yet old enough to see the world for what it truly is. At times, she still catches herself staring up at the sky remembering her innocent days. It is in moments like these that she smiles that old smile and wonders, Will they ever come true.

hahaha I started, not knowing where'd I'd go with it, and this is where we arrive...O_o

disclaimer: i'm faaaaaaaaaaar from religious. lol

Peace