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The Summer Wind

the love of my life took the form of a fairy muse her breath was sweet like the summer wind then her heart whispered what can I do for you I could have sworn I felt the brush of her hair or was it the touch of her wings or her lips parting […]

The Boy of the Lamp

He rubbed the lamp. Nothing happened. He rubbed it some more. The books on the small shelf in his room were his pride and joy. They became one with the lamp. So, he rubbed the lamp. Nothing came out. He rubbed it some more. There was no hope outside of […]