Annie dances across the room, pointing one foot every after three steps. With her pastel blue dress, she steps on burning charcoals everywhere. Then she hears a whisper above, “Honey, dinner’s ready.”
She opens her eyes. She’s back to her white covered bed, only moving her eyes to answer “Yes”
Hello,
I’m Joy and welcome to my little digital corner. Let me share with you some of the wonders that come to my life, plus the creatively altered views of daily encounters that I try to put into my stories, poems, and other works here.
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