Mallory White
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Every night at Midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was during this time that Morgan felt most herself. When she was a small child, she and her mother and grandmother would all go out and sit under that sky every Midnight and bask under those clouds. Her grandmother Ruby would say it was because this time was made for them that they were special.
By Mallory White3 years ago in Fiction
