Two of us lonely in a prison,
Wandering in a space so limited,
Missing the fun of the wild African forests,
Losing our friends so dear and near. 110 more words
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All existing things. The whole creation. The cosmos.
That’s what ‘universe’ meant to me, as a schoolgirl.
And where did nine-year-old me live? I scrawled it on the packet which holds the pinking shears I still have in the sewing box: 821 more words