With eyes glued to the ground the little girl walked around and found an empty box filled with every possible earthly delight. She sat transfixed on the lock that with a click streamed forth the things that go bump in the night. From calimity to anger and hatred and fear was everything opposite of what is held most dear. The last and certainly most treasured find, one a weakness of hope and belief in the divine.
Author notes
I did'nt even think of anything before i started writing. It's far from deep but I think that there is plenty for inspiration to "keep holding on".
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