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star and flower

The star approached the city slowly

it was night time

when the sun came up the star was upon the city

hanging down from the star were large vines filled with strange and beautiful flowers

there was music or was it singing, emanating from the star

some of the bums picked the flowers to sell

the music grew noticeably quieter each time a flower left the vine

some of the shop owners and many of the poor folks of the town
 began to climb up the vines

the music grew  at a pleasant volume with each new person 

about nine o’clock the whole thing turned to bright light and vanished

the flowers that had been picked turned to dust

no one remembered any of this or ever missed those who were changed

About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

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