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jade
I knew it wasn't real jade, no matter what the vendor said. Real jade comes at a price. But it was pretty and I don't need a label to enjoy things. I would like to have real jade but for now, I treasure the bracelet from the market.
moon
Moon rocks over me, smooth boat following me through the trees, dragon's eye half-open, still sleepy, just keeping watch
daisy
Daisy chain, fresh and clean, does he love me? Does he want to hold my hand? Do my fingers fill the emptiness between his? Could we sit on a hill like this one until the stars came out and never feel the time?
eagle
Eagle launches off the cliff, screaming. Large wings wide, talons out, skims the water and drops, clutching scales.
wind
Wind winds round me, pulls my hair and covers my eyes, pushes me forward, and stirs the trees.
magic
Magic, do you see dark sorcery or the bright cape, top hat, and sneaky wishes? Or childhood wishes breathed onto the back of fireflies, carried up into the stars?
blaze
Blaze, fire crackling still, can barely hear anything through the crash of trees and the helicopter whir-whirring ahead. People are shouting, I know, but we've been shouting so long. I barely speak anymore, throat hoarse, need to conserve water. Gone are the panicked shouts from when the bears rushed past, almost knocking us over, no animosity just fear. It is only us who try to fight. Everything else knows to run. There are no animals left. They are all gone or dead. It is only this terror, seeming to take a life of its own. "Wild animals aren't mean or nice," I told my kids, "they're just wild and you need to respect that," but now I know why men hated dragons.
wisp
Wisp, soft dust flame dancing, a blink away from disappearing, taking me through a dark forest, never reaching but never fully gone
garden
The worm wriggles in my fingers. I set it down under my mint, away from the robins hop-hop-hopping and peering. "Go on now," I whisper, "this is good dirt. You will be happy and make it even better."
storm
Thunder rolls in heavy clouds, tumbling over each other like puppies, like a dark avalanche, the rain starts as small droplets but soon blots out the grass.
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