Monday, July 25, 2011

A Tin Moon? (Paragraph one)

I whispered in the dark to no one in particular, while shadows whisked through the summer breeze. A glance off to the distance shown a light dancing cautiously between the moon & ground. I sat up anxiously and billowed up the stairs & out in to the cool stillness of an August Michigan predawn. I stood frozen, emotions eclipsed by the fact that I was so drawn to the object in the sky.

What is that?

(Tune in tomorrow for paragraph two)

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