So Bonnie began to ponder Hope. Hope, the beautiful sun rise who breaks out even in the darkest dawn. The majestic one who lived right under the heavens. What difference does Hope make, who does she help? She sits high on a throne in the heavens. Sits smiling and pondering all day, with her thoughts clear, waiting for her to be called upon. Shes been sitting there ever since time began. She was going to find a white gleaming feather from her in the house soon. She was excited and full of joy. Happy Nick! He doesn't get to experience this alone. She sent a friend to Nick's house for a visit, but Nick said No. Most others wuz jealous of all his had but these be the worst of all. He would be all right just as soon as the lovely dove found him. He was so full of hope. That is what they all thought. But Nick told them something else. And if not, she was going to know the next day, for many people began to come and see him the big cabin house. People who would have not spoken to him otherwise. Just stood by the logs and waited. Doubt, the beam of darkness that broke through unannounced.
To mimick Hurstons style, I used personification, varied my verbs, descriptive language and the same sentence structure. I thought that this was hard at first but got easier once you started getting into it.
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