Dreams (Micro-fiction)

She was a crystalline drop from the silvered clouds of rejuvenating raindrops. She was a wave of wishes unfulfilled. She was one who came down from the heavens, and brought with her the rippling caresses of dreams. She was another broken story once upon a time who did not belong to anyone, and yet like the gentle zephyrs was an indispensable part of everyone’s lives she touched. She was what dreams were made of.

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