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I wish to see the world
And it can it disiare.
To be a bird in the sky.
To be a tree in the forest.
To dream a dream of dreamers
And have the dream be true.
To live to tell the tale.
This is my wish.

We walked down the spiral staircase and into the breakfast parlor of Ms. Beatrice’s Summer School. But this wasn’t a regular summer school. This school was the oldest school in England. It was in this school that “you get to live a piece of history” as Ms. Beatrice says. We have classes on dances, art, French, embroidery, curtsies, and, of course, how to serve tea.

Today, as usual, we were late for breakfast. We were reprimanded as always but we stared into are reprimanders eyes and thought of… Continue

The increase in heat was to much to bear. Red hot heat. Red everywhere...like dripping blood.
I woke with a start

"Only a dream. Was only a dream."

"Rosemerta Meland what are you murmuring now?" my roommate called from the bathroom. Probably fixing her hair.
"Nothing"
"What do you think? I'm stupid?" Serelene said coming out “You had another dream didn't you."
"Course Elene, everyone has dreams," I said sitting up.
"Not like you do," she came to sit beside me "Come on. You can tell me anything… Continue