Saturday, April 17, 2010

The Sun Rose That Day Comments

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I was curled into a ball my head facing the window. The cold sent shivers down my spine. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, huddling for the little warmth from my body.

The sun rose that day. The brightness poured through the dirty window, filling my soul until I thought I would burst.
The sun rose that day.
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Ember Hathaway
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