Friday, February 10, 2012

Blue Skies

As she lay on the cool, green grass looking up at the clear, blue sky, she marveled at its purity.  How wonderful it would be to be like that again – pure and untainted, calm and clear.  She had become grey and cloudy and tarnished.  She wondered what it would take to make her shine again.


This is a story told in 55 words for G-man.
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  1. Brian MillerFebruary 10, 2012 at 10:26 AM

    mmm great question...fresh perspectives...a break from the norm...forging new pathes maybe...

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  2. g-manFebruary 10, 2012 at 3:13 PM

    Maybe the Month of May?
    Loved your pensive 55 My Friend
    Thanks for your whistful story, and have a Kick Ass Week End

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  3. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryFebruary 10, 2012 at 11:19 PM

    this 55 shines itself already.
    quite hopeful and thoughtful writing.

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  4. Doctor FTSEFebruary 11, 2012 at 2:39 AM

    A change in the weather, perhaps?

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