FIREWORKS IN THE ONCE-SPARKLING SKY
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Last published Mon, Mar 4, 2024
It was the first day of a new year - but that didn't matter anymore in this time, in this hell.
It was the day I found you. A little kid the size of my fist, covered in ashes, who I helped out of the ruins of what could have been your home.
It was the day I changed.
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written by lila.
a writing project for my english class. we were given a sentence to begin the story with, so the opening might feel forced.
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