The magical

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Mesopotamia

Varjak dreamed that he was in Mesopotamia and the wet grass was brisling against his silver- blue fur. In this wonderful land ,the zig zag trees sang in the moonlight .When he looked up he saw the glittering stars like golden firer balls dancing in the midnight sky. The river glistened in the full moon as Varjak stared at the fish.

by Edie