There
once was a girl who collected beautiful things. She would store the things,
feelings and moments on a shelf on her bedroom wall, mostly she would keep them
in small bottles. There were all kinds of lovely things:
The
smell of wet concrete after a long, dry summer,
The
sunlight that would seep in through her bedroom window every afternoon making
the dust floating slowly through the air visible,
The
sound of the ocean, she this kept in a shell, of course, she had collected it the
previous summer she had spent at the beach,
The
warmth of the mug she had held in her hands the day she stayed home from school
sick,
The
wind that blew through her hair on a spring day in the long grass of the
fields.
One
of her favourites was a small, dark cloud she kept on the edge of her shelf;
she had climbed up onto the roof to collect it during a storm. Every now and
then a little bolt of lightning would strike out of it, or, as she drifted off
to sleep, she could hear the faint sound of thunder roaring in the distance…
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