Alison
that is beautiful
Best
Dave
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Alison Croggon" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, January 08, 2002 11:35 PM
Subject: Re: Biography Project
> He was born inside a nut which grew at the top of the highest tree in
> the world. The tree grew on an island in the middle of a copper blue
> lake. One day a blackbird came along and pecked the nutshell with
> its yellow beak and his eyes split open. He hadn't known there were
> so many colours. When the blackbird asked him if he wanted to climb
> onto its back he did, just like that. They flew away from the tree
> over the blue lake until they came to the other shore. There the
> blackbird set him down and he looked around. He was bigger than a
> crocus flower, and that seemed very big to him, but the world was
> bigger still. He looked at the sky and wondered if he could touch
> it. He touched the earth and wondered if he could fly through it.
> He thought the air and the water were the same thing. He didn't know
> anything. "What shall I do?" he asked the blackbird. "I don't know
> anything." The blackbird flew away without answering. He sat on a
> stone on the edge of the lake looking at the blue world. The wind
> was very cold. Something wet ran down his face, but he didn't know
> what it was. He started to sing.
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