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The Goddess laughed to herself. She created all things, but not in her image, no, she longed for difference and diversity. She was a curious creator who did not know the reach of her powers.
The bird was a robin. It was sitting in the tree just outside the classroom. The teacher was quiet, having given instructions to take the remaining thirty minutes of class to construct our poem.