The sand-glass tree felt cool. "It's fulgurite. From lightning."
"If we plant it mom, will it grow? you said Magination grows anything."
"Maybe." She laughed. Innocence. "Let's find out."
It did.
After summer it was big, bright with crystal leaves.
And it had seeds.
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Story Dust
RandomUnrelated micro-memories, fragments of unseen wholes, funny shorts, and pieces of poetic insight. The footprints that stories leave behind. * * * * * My Notes * * * * * 'Chapters' are between 200-300 characters each. Some, though not all, are true s...
