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Category: Writing and Poetry
Perception She bought me a ball, plastic, yellow and red. I took it out, played with it, turned it over in my hands, thought "What use is this?" "Throw it gently in the air." she said "Catch it as it falls." I threw it up, watched the red of its outside disappear. When it landed in my hand it was yellow. Ó 2009 David Agnew
11:34 AM
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