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In despair and sadness, I wander in the dark. The evening is cold and calm. Everything is still and silent. It is late and the moon light shimmers dow..
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I definitely agree with that article.It is a unique challenge in this day in age. We take globalization for granted, and it would take a lot of intent..
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Politics is a form of blindness to the truth. The polarity is incredibly stark. All the hope is placed on ideologies that don’t hold up. They us..
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Inky veils of darkness bring me a frightThe rich intensity of a still quiet nightThere are many worlds hidden from sightThere are covert places in whi..
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As a stowaway, I had to keep quiet. The vessel was brimming with people. As we set sail across the great blue sea, I felt excitement. New lands awaite..
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Creating Fine ArtLooking at microscopic movementsExamining the scattered imperfectionOrder is created spontaneouslyEvolving attributes and exploringTh..
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The poignant chilling winds,The thickness of the fog. The pale electric lighting,Barely penetrating the dimness.The simplicity of the individual eleme..
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The only way out is through the mist. A foghorn blasts into the chilly night air. I live beside the ocean-side in a cottage. It is early morning. ..
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Wandering through the night muddled, and lost. The is a still point in time. Nothing changes much. The dunes move around independent of us travele..
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The sweetness of a wallflower,Blending in with the plain decor,Honey blonde hair falls to her waist.Fervently blending into the fold,She speaks in..
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