
The Golden Ribbon
I was spun from sunlight, starlight made me. I was sown of silk, a firefly’s lifeline stitched golden. [+]
I was spun from sunlight, starlight made me. I was sown of silk, a firefly’s lifeline stitched golden. [+]
David pushed the worn white shoebox onto the wooden shelf, catching his middle finger on a splinter. He snatched his hand back as blood slid along the crescent of his fingernail. [+]
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