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Moon beams danced off the shadowy figure of the young stranger who, with hands in pockets, staggering now and then, walked in a sort of hunched fashi..
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The dark splotches in his vision finally dissipated and, lifting himself upright, he held a bruised hand to his head that roared in pain. What happen..
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Almost ten years later:
Beth had stood staring unblinkingly at her image in the mirror for what seemed a lifetime, but just then was suddenly..
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There's a million ways and languages to say "Happy Birthday" But the best way for me is to write So I'll try to express my feelings In this poem ..
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A misty grey-blue streaked the sky that brisk December afternoon, as the howling wind sent another shudder through the small, one-room schoolhouse. A..
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The sound of crackling flames brought a stirring by the fireside. Carrie blinked her drooping eyes awake, feeling greatly relieved, immediately think..
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Every moment of the day Is a treasure unseen It's a beautiful memory In the future to come The moments that matter Hold them dear ..
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Dancing, falling
Snowflakesin flight
Flawless beauty
Dazzling in white
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