Thirty Five

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It was always in the strange places that Clay could get her mind wheeling to think of something spectacular to draw. Once when she was a kid, she won an art contest, by painting an owl, or what can be deduced from the big yellow eyes, smooth lighter feathers encompassing its inner skin, forming a heart shape, while its surrounding feathers are significantly darker in color. It was already at night in the forest, when they were playing hide and seek and she found herself deep within the forest. She has never been afraid of the dark, though her father warns her of it, especially at her age, he says. Most especially, Derek had told her never to wander the forest at night, because there were too many dangers and threats that could come upon her any moment, and she wouldn't even know. She

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