It looks like the weather might break up the heat I hope that we’re not in for too bad a storm. Look at me sitting here, fighting this sleep It’s hard to stay awake now that it’s not so warm. Things’ll be fine, right, I know, that you said It just seems so real now that night’s starting to fall. In the mirror it looks as if nothing is back there now. Maybe we took it all. Tell me again, George, how it’s gonna be With the breeze in my hair And the sun on the shore Please wake me up when it’s my turn to drive I can’t keep my head up anymore.
Embers of Change
Wilma Rosa
In a small town, a young girl discovers an old, forgotten fireplace in her grandmother’s attic. As she cleans it, she finds letters written by her grandmother about her dreams and passions that were never pursued.
Inspired, the girl decides to rekindle her grandmother’s lost dreams by organizing a community talent show, igniting a fire of creativity and connection among the townspeople.
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