Saturday, October 10, 2009

Gracie

He was at once transported back to the far corner of the root. Lucas and Grace were floating up against the lowered ceiling prying at its corners. “I’m sure this comes down somehow.” Grace’s voice sounded like a touch of heaven to him, but he did not want to startle her. He remembered the plummeting thing quite well. He sat down in the corner and waited.

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