This writing is the result of a "popcorn writing" exercise with Esther.
Every day, Ellie walked up the hill. And every day she rolled herself back down. On some days, the clouds rolled in above her and soaked the hill with rain. She'd take off her clothes and roll down anyway, for lack of anything to hold onto. In the wintertime, it was covered in ice, and it was dangerous. Ellie knew a boy once who died flying down on his sled on Christmas Eve. Ellie didn't know him after that.
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