As its shining structure appeared beyond the horizon, the sun’s glowing fingers snatched out as passing clouds, rotating them into angelic swirls of cotton. The dirt path meandered around the mighty, majestic oak trees as the harmonious sound of crickets chirping rang out in the desolate park.
Mara - an addict to the designing of places - stood prepared for her next test flight. Unlike the previous twenty-seven days, Mara thought today would be the day: the day she finally had a working plane! Trees stared on nervously, rooted to their spots as she hurled the place through the air - it flew and flew - but then it plummeted towards the ground like a meteor homing in on its target.
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