The Bluestocking 2022-23

Jane Ling | Grade 12 Tiny Point of View hug the planet, just a little squeeze a tiny sphere neighbouring a vast nothingness, it can get lonely sometimes. shooting stars, ride one and see, glowing lights shining up from earth greeting a falling me. drift down to the ground till i fall onto a fluffy, white cloud and i rest, i sleep… slipping, until i’m caught in the hands of a curious, human child.

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