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Feb. 6, 2009 It was the brightest of summer days. The clouds crossed in the blue sky. The clouds were the opposite in character of the tank. The tank stood sturdy in the field with a plaque on a large rock ten feet away from it. Dark green steel, and sometimes a butterfly lands. White transcendental mists, where a steel plane flies through. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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