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Maggie looked down
at the ground and noticed it was a pale yellow. She reached her hand out
to touch the ground and found it to be a little dusty, but it smelled
sweet, like custard, Maggie's favourite food.
She stepped down from the carpet and felt her bare feet sink a little
into the soft yellow dust. All the birds, tired from their flight to the
moon landed and sat on the ground beside her.
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