“This was so. As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Done came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers.”
Since the age of seven, I've enjoyed writing, and as time has passed on, this love has grown to envelope a variety of genres and interests. Hopefully, you will find this blog interesting (and maybe a challenge) as you explore the world I am discovering.
The blog "A Heart Is A Heavy Burden" is written by my sister.
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