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by Haley Larussa

Created on: July 10, 2011

The Little Red Breast Robin

Gloomily the branches on the willows hang. The skies, stiff with gray, float aimlessly in the air.

The birds don't sing, the waterfalls don't roar.

Everything is still, as if dead.

Then...plunging out of the darkness a little red breast robin comes-

swiftly....

softly....

silently.

The world opens up, a whole new world! With waterfalls that reach the clouds, and roar with all their might. The willows are opened to behold the bright blue sky.

A little red breast robin flies away.

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