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are these still my words?these few words,flickering, faltering,can I still call these words?can I still call thesemy wordswhen I have not spoken to th..
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memories and flightless wings,tattered torn and faltering;settled dust and golden rainsing these worn out songs again
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I shall not apologize for who I've become,
though you may throw spitballs and sparks.
Ishall not be ashamed of all that I've done,
though you taunt..
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Please just be.
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The inevitable crossroads; the inevitable end.
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The life of one woman, as told through the eyes of the people who remember her. A string of short stories, following Nicole Walton from childhood to p..
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Gathered here… in memory of… the life of… celebrate… mourn…remember…
Adrienne Walton wasn't listening. Perh..
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Isabel plays chess with Nicole and listens to her chatter about school and friends and future, and reflects on her changing relationship with her daug..
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Steven observes his daughter Nicole reading a book on the couch, reflecting on the distance he feels between them, caused by the divorce and his remar..
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Kendra lies awake late at night with Nicole, giggling and talking about nonsense.
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