THE GLASS FOREST

(Written at age 9)

One morning when I was going to school, the road that I always took looked very different.

The night before was so cold that when it rained it froze. The morning light, shining on the trees and bushes, made them look like a glass forest. The same old road was so different that I felt I had never been there before.

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Thrift and Prosperity
March 9, 1974
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