
Reaching for the stars, she grasped the lowest hanging cloud, ever elusive coolness. What new life there might be as she sought her forever. Climbing, reaching, falling, she learned that new life means living through what’s in her power. It’s also searching through dreams. Truly the sky may be within her reach.
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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story with the prompt word “Reach”
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Perfect six and very sage advice.
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damn! even your prose is poetic!
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*a compliment
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“Climbing, reaching, falling, she learned that new life means living through what’s in her power.”
What a great line, Lisa.
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Serenity to accept what we can’t change and courage to change what we can. Well told!
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Keep on keeping on. (Except you said it so positively poetically); yep, it’s all within reach.
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Clark is right, there’s poetry there. Great six.
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Thank you! It was my goal as a prose poem, so y’all gave me great feedback.
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Very poetic with a pleasant rhythmic ebb and flow.
I particularly like the counterpoint of the image and the length of your Six.
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Inspiring Post.
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