Stacy Kidd

When the story happens

When the story happens

They were mostly kind.In the morning they drank coffeeand looked out the window. There were trees.Every morningthey rinsed their cupsand placed them in the sink for anyone to find.Their handswere nervous but busy.In the afternoon they worried what balls of claycould be made into smaller balls of clay.They clapped when they neededto clap. Every afternoon …

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