Elizabeth Faye RobinetteWings of WaxI made my own wings So that I could fly But I flew too close To the sun in the sky The wax it did melt Like the ones in that story Thus the…Mar 23, 2016Mar 23, 2016
Elizabeth Faye RobinetteThe Sound of SilenceA cool breeze blew through the summer night air. Mai was walking home from a friend’s house. She did not mind walking since dimly-lit…Mar 23, 2016Mar 23, 2016
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