Kyla Moran

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As the cloud passes over continents, it freezes into crystals. A snowflake falls over London, seesawing rapidly toward a newborn baby lying on the icy ground. And the infant looks up at the mystery that is water, all flurry and movement, now silver, now blue, the most beautiful, deepest blue.
There Are Rivers in the Sky
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