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9- Before Too Late"Come down from your fences, open a gate.
It may be raining, but there's a rainbow above you.
You'd better let somebody love you
Before it's too late."
The sky was gray and stormy that day above the ruins. If a bird had flown overhead, it would have seen a pile of twigs and metal shards piled in one spot in the wasteland. But there were no birds in the dead world, and this pile of wreckage was not quite what it seemed.
Every now and then, a movement would rustle amongst the wreckage, and a new tiny piece of wood would be added to the mess. This stirring was caused by four rag doll creatures, called Nine, Three, Four, and Seven.
Seven was putting in the lion share of work. Where her comrades would bring back one or two pieces of wood to their strange project, she would bring back two or three pieces at each turn. The others admired her persistence, but they hoped that she was being careful all the same.
The clouds that appeared on the horizon grew thicker as the day
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