Post by breyercrazy52 on May 18, 2011 19:04:33 GMT -6
Gracey was tired and scared she was alone again and was begining to become afraid of the darkness that surounded the black skies the only light was the stars she stood under a tree and called out, "Hello? Anyone there?" the world seemed like a lonelu place sometimes. she thought about things and gazed upon a pattern of the bark it was swirled, crossed and doted it was made by bugs clearly but, it was fine work of art
