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I hopped on a old, worn down, loved bike and pedaled around the corner away from Aunt Martha and Uncle Ira’s Nantucket house. Walking down the sandy path, Martha reminded me to
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Click. The beginning of a journey was forever framed in that picture. Me, standing next to the driver’s side door of my blue Subaru Forester, and Nadia, standinby magicflyingpig <100 words, 8 comments, on May 21 9:11 PM 2005. In <200 lines
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I hear you, see you struggling to make me understand. Inside your head, though I'm here and your words are clear to you, I'm still lost. The pain I wish to go through, simply sby magicflyingpig 100 words, 6 comments, on May 15 1:03 PM 2005. In <200 lines
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Spring creeps up on you and without little warning pounces on a new day in New Hampshire. The snow has been melting, the roads are muddy and little bits of green are poking outby magicflyingpig 300 words, 3 comments, on Apr 10 4:24 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Fiction, Inspirational
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by magicflyingpig 200 words, 4 comments, on Mar 10 12:48 PM 2005. In <200 lines, Inspirational, Young adult
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I remember devouring books in a day. Reading the words and turning pages like my life depended on it. I read everything and constantly. I woke up early and read, open the book
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