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by Blake P. S.
Ohio, WOUB/WOUC
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Page 2
There once was a boy with a very
special talent. He spends lots of time
making origami. He loves to sit near the open
window, folding the squares of brightly colored
paper, feeling the sharp folds come alive beneath
his fingertips.
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