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I carry my pages up the mountain. Not the ones clean enough to be seen. I carry the torn pages, ripped and crumpled by frustrations, marred by tears and coffee stains. With each step, I shoulder the
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It was not temptation that drew us toward their song. Despite the alluring melody, our perceptions were pulled to the sea below, dark and brooding, waiting to besiege lost souls seeking sanctuary. We
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Snowy tulle captivates in lithe movements as she dances for the cygnets, while the orchestra skillfully fools you into believing this is her story.Truthfully, the recital never was about her own
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When it all falls apart, they dance. The wind, the trees. The lightning bugs make their silent fireworks as the last of the evening birds sing a farewell tune. The moon plays the shy girl in the