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My hand moves endlessly
On the piece of paper.
I am writing on and on.
Words spread across the paper rapidly,
Floating like puffy clouds
Pushed by wind
Towards San Francisco.
My thoughts race high and low,
My hand struggles to keep up.
My story is coming to life.

Devon Mann
Devon Mann, 11
San Anselmo, CA