Dragon Train
The train at the station roared and hissed.
Smoke curled like dragon fire.
I sketched its long body, each coach a shiny scale.
Someday, I’ll ride across the land on this dragon,
and my sketchbook will be my saddlebag.
✨ If your pencil had wings, where would it fly?
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