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Snow Globe

“Tomorrow I’ll be five,” Emma whispered to her American Girl doll as they snuggled under Emma’s pink comforter with the lace border. Emma closed her eyes, and in her dream, snow fell. Drifts grew until the snow brushed her window ledge. “Come with me,” the sweet fairy beckoned in a space beyond consciousness, hoping to wake Emma from her slumber. As the sun rose, Emma opened her eyes and gasped; she rushed over to her window and struggled to push it open. “I’m coming, Tinker,” she said and plunged headlong onto the snow slide on her way to another world.


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