The clouds weigh down and start to suffocate and choke every living thing. They grow thicker and blacker. The Moon forces his way through. Triumphant, he smiles down and slowly, one by one, the stars, his children, follow example, and tear through the darkness. The trees shoo away the last remnants of oppression. The wind sighs. There’s room again, to BREATHE. The child falls back. The leaves
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