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Smooth waters couldn't sit sharperas I stare off in the direction of someelusive future, never to actualizeKnow the echo in the cave thatcreates the t..
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The first time I saw her figure levitating over the lifeless bog I thought I'd entered a dream. The pale morning mists coiled around the black, crook..
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Your place of birthBy the mouth of a mighty, grey riverMeandering on and outForeverTides till the solemnfields, feeding and frothingNever stoppingNo o..
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It's in the green depths of his eyes; you can discern his affable, trustworthy nature, immediately. There is a small collection of people gathered ar..
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Please read and tip generously.
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For Alyssa
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Sleep, begrudgingly, is giving way to consciousness. There is a struggle in my aching head. I want to keep my eyes closed, let the world work, tick, ..
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And I'm driving through this autumnal scene with red, orange, yellow leaves clinging to the branches of the trees, which envelope the road. And I'm h..
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He hated the way that some of the older patrons would leer over her. It filled him with a peculiar type of anger when he saw their glances, eyes full ..
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What Mila didn't know is that, only four years ago, Jason was a man of some significance. He had been quite a prominent lawyer, aiding in a key trial ..
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