5th Apr 2025
In a bright village, children played every day. They laughed and said, "Look at us! We can fly like birds!" They jumped high with joy. One little boy, Sam, said, "I wish I could fly to the big, fluffy clouds!" The children giggled and imagined their dreams floating in the sky. The sun was shining, and everything felt perfect.
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One day, the children's dreams were in danger. A big storm came, and the dark clouds grew. It was scary, and thunder rumbled loud. "Hold my hand!" shouted Mia to her friends. But instead of rain, soft sparkles began to fall. The children saw colors dancing around them, like little stars. They smiled, for even in storms, dreams could still shine bright. They whispered, "We can always fly, no matter what!"
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