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a short essay, my own impressions or conclusions

A true story.

I am the prodigal son’s sister many winters I waited by the fireplace to wear mother’s bride shoes without di..

love like a good joke about death is born when a little girl hangs cherries on her ears and her grandma feels a spasm in her hea..

Elsa entered the yellow room in the back of the house. For the first time in her life she was alone there in winter. First she looked around..

the young girl cries she met a man once in a while arranged her hair for him that’s all she ever did the old wom..

So many dreams in Venice blurred, Stars showing gondolas their way. With sparkless eyes, a lonesome bird Mourns quietly his love gone..

Like a heart under a stone, Amber burning on a pyre, Like the scent drilling to bone, On a painful brilliant fire, Lik..

She liked white roses in a vase, Visiting art shops after school, He liked sci-fi, boxing, sport cars, Swimming each Monday in the pool. ..