When pigs fly
“Obviously, it’s a hoax,” Rita said, switching out the microphone cover for that furry one that she used when they went somewhere windy. “But can you imagine if it were real? I mean what would it mean?”
Quentin sighed. “It would mean that Nature herself is against my ever getting a real shot at doing real journalism.”
“So, pigs can fly and somehow that’s all about you, huh?”
Read More Seven Signs of Impossible TimesRed was full of love and kindness. Orange was full of cheer and laughter. Yellow was full of happiness and hope. Green was inventive and nurturing. Blue was serene and peaceful. Indigo was philosophical and thoughtful. Violet was noble and just.
Read More The Children of the Rain and the SunMischievous, capricious, boisterous Sun never took her cosmic duty seriously in her younger days.
Many cast light upon the mortal world, but only one, only Sun cast warmth upon the mortal world.
For Sun was always laughing. Always. And her great warmth came from her perpetual laughter.
Her elder sister, Moon, cast a light that was calming and dim enough to let other lights shine, like the stars and the planets.
Read More When Sun and Moon Fled the SkyWhen first the moths alighted in the world below, the land of earth, they did so out of curiosity. And they did so because they were sent forth from their home by their creator. Their home and their creator were one and same, and she bore the name Moon.
And she was the moon.
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