Writing 1: Shifting Stars

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A young child.
Running up a hill.
"Where are you."
She cries.
She looks up at the night sky filled with  shimmering stars.
Suddenly, she's not so terrified.
The stars speak to her.
The stars lead her home.
She finds herself in an open field.
Flowers cover the ground
The moon sitting right above, shining light onto the field.
Every night she visits the field. It's the only place that makes her happy. Where she can be herself.
As she gets older she still visits.
A 15 year old girl stares up into the sky with hope.
Hope for what will happen in the future.
But until the future comes,
She's Aways watching,
Always listening.
Always waiting.

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I wrote this a while ago
So I figured why not

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