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by Anna Banasiak May 14, 2018 category : Friendship, family / family
When the night comes, I hide fears, sorrows, bad memories, I wipe down tears and display children colourful films once milk has split and there was a spot our mum washed it a lot and again there were dreams and memories of good things when the night comes again I will unfold my magical power then
by Meena Krish
Every child holds onto a blankey, a favorite doll or one thing it the other which gives each a a special power to fight the night...like a magic wand...