The stories The meteor. In return, the loss of a young woman. With sadness, I still remember. It was a night with a round orange fireball. Brighten a trailing tail. With light green and pink stripe down the middle of the sky. Beryl then lost it, no, it is not rocket fire meteor that was the first to see clearly in the near term, I would see it again. It marveled over one day. I sat in the train when I heard a voice say "station to station ... Meteor Meteor" not misheard me. It is with my door open. Who came wearing a blue shirt. Short white skirt , she is a girl. Holding a book in her hand as I remember that book, as well as the day I was in the same house with her , I'm not surprised. Because I wrote that book, book is called. "The Girl with the Star" (* poetry pieces a year).
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