Les miracles qu’a été peint | 17 May 2015 19:58 PDT Your book reports – due at the end of class. Remember – something creative.”
I bit my pencil as the rest of the students immediately started on their imaginative artsy posters and miniature storybooks. I thought of my book report story. Then my mind ran into my upcoming recital, and my unfinished poem, and the sunrise outside. A pink sky with dinosaur clouds – couplets rhyming melodically and harmonies blending. Bells ringing and laughter dancing. My poem flowing … The teacher stopped by my desk. “Are you not feeling imaginative today?” My mind was already on the next musical composition I started writing.
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