"The room is hot and stuffy, but outside it is cool and blowy and refreshing. Drops of rain splash on head face and the side of face. It reminds her of another place, it feels like home for a moment. She wishes she could stay out there forever and dancing in the rain, but it is Earth now, not some land like Narnia and it is not safe to be out when the lightning flashes and the thunder roars."
- Random scribbles
She shivered making her way across the tundra. She needed to
find shelter soon… She had hoped to maybe appear in a desert or some place
warm. Maybe then what had happened with the river would cause the books to
become dried… but no… a frozen tundra was no good.
-some new scribbles for a idea I've recently had.
-Pure random scibblyness.


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