She lived in a paper house. It was a paper house made from one-thousand paper cranes holding hope, dreams, and wishes. And she say in her house folding the paper over and over again. But no matter how many creases were pressed, the house blew away with the wind. The bird never came.
At night she walked down the street. Sometimes she walked to visit, listen to music, dance, or talk. Or sometimes she drove with a companion and the discovered the river and gravel together. Other times she went for a pack…Read more