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The Swing That Never Stopped
The birds had long stopped singing their melodic songs as the clock struck midnight on a summer evening. Their chirping was replaced by a swing set's creaking. Thousands of bright diamond stars poked out of the sable sapphire sky. In this serene scene was a swing set facing away from the moon. The lunar glow allowed the swing set to have its own shadow, even in the midst of a tenebrous night. Lingering scents of earlier barbecues and bug spray continuously wafted with the dus
Hailey Joyce
1 day ago2 min read


The Swing That Never Stopped
The birds had long stopped singing their melodic songs as the clock struck midnight on a summer evening. Their chirping was replaced by a swing set's creaking. Thousands of bright diamond stars poked out of the sable sapphire sky. In this serene scene was a swing set facing away from the moon. The lunar glow allowed the swing set to have its own shadow, even in the midst of a tenebrous night. Lingering scents of earlier barbecues and bug spray continuously wafted with the dus
Hailey Joyce
1 day ago
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