the dreamworld, it carries her through the night on wings of gold. above the clouds of cotton, they seem so fragile1 but they n*r let her fall. she woke up and carried the piece of * in her hands, clutching（攫，抓住） it desperately2（拼命地，绝望地） . she hoped that the words would bleed（渗出，榨取） out of the * and into reality. if only that was possible. her eyes were focused3 watching the * as it fell to the floor from her hands. she layed back down in her bad, and slowly pulled the sheets over her. she began to cry; when she heard a noice coming from the ground. she quickly pushed the blankets off of her, got up, and saw that the * was gone.
all that was there was a white feather. she turned and ran to the window, and what she saw she would always remember. she saw a white dove4（鸽子） in a tree staring back at her. it just stayed there for a while, perched（栖息） on the branch. finally it looked up at the sky,as though it knew the * was there. when the girl began to speak the dove turned back to listen.
"close your eyes and imagine a world, where *rything is right, where nothing can touch you, or hurt you; *rything is just simply beautiful."
the dove flew away, but instead of being sad, she wiped the tears away and smiled up at the sky.
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