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They stood together, holding hands in the schoolyard. The looks they got, they did not care for. Their love was powerful, stronger than anything. It c..
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The display banks flickered, coming to life. The low hum of the nearby machines changed pitch, whirring into action. On a large screen, complicated sy..
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In the golden hours of old,
Rosen tints on lands foretold
To bear the fruits of ancient wines
That flow like rivers, deep in time
The bells that..
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A blue lagoon, past the trees
Where travellers come to wash their feet
To bathe and bask in the setting sun
To lie and laugh until the day is done..
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The thunder rumbled, deep and low. The rain slashed across the rivers and the hills. Forked lightning sliced the sky, sending small creatures scurryin..
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Tomorrow Water
The gate slowly opened, creaking in the wind. The trees swayed in the breeze, groaning slightly as they danced back and forth. Looki..
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