I woke up in my body, I realized that a gummy pink substance has been plastered onto me. I asked myself what this might be used for and how it got here. I was lifted by a set of sticky fingers. I heard a girl scream “I found my pencil”. I was flipped upside down and rubbed against a piece of paper. The words began to disappear and the girl smiled. I realized that my duty from now on would be much more than writing down love stories and letters, now I could fix the mistakes of whoever got ahold of me.
Love this poem. Some of my suggestions for the attitude/tone are reflective, calm and thoughtful, inquisitive and hopeful and even some sadness.
<span>Gene Kranz is the name your looking for.
Good luck
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The novel was awarded the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
