Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| Preservation |
| When Columbine first learned to walk, Petal would watch her wistfully, wishing she might preserve such moments for all time. She could draw the child, but the movements were too quick. There were so many she wished to capture. Then one day as the child awoke, she heard a click, and her pencil began to move with lightning speed. In an instant, there was Columbine, the exact image, along with her bed and toys. Petal produced picture after picture after picture, and pinned them up all over the nursery walls. My memories are safe now, she thought with a smile.
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