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Exhaustion makes me want to close my eyes and drift into this momentary fluke. I take her in, every curve, every mark, every scar ..
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Galen, even at 9, is very intuitive. He knows there are things out there that he can feel, and not see. What he doesn't know is that those things ar..
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See first review, for a little better description
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This is really where the story picks up beyond that short setup. It introduces some of the key concepts in the story.
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Picking up from the last; things are finally happening. gotta keep things interesting.
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I watch the sunrise from the roof of my cabin. Laying at the very top, hidden from anyone below, I feel somewhat at ease...
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I slurped the
pink colored milk from a bowl of cereal I was happily devouring. He watched with a smile how little I cared
about manners; sip..
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Can't really call this a poem... an essay maybe. To me is just a thought.
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The faint smell of perfume pulls Richard back from his light sleep.
“It’s a dream, it has to be.”He whispers to himself loo..
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