jenniferkhan
The mist settled over the valley as the young woman in buckskin came out of her hut. It was an early fall morning and the smell of dew was heavy around her. This would be the day she would be married to Singing Bear.
The force of the wind blew me towards the fence. I could the feel the gail force winds whip my hair into my face. I kept stepping towards my house as i started to feel the first droplets of rain hit my face. God now was the the time that i kick myself for forgetting my raincoat and umbrella.
I have missed you so much all week. and now that we get to talk...all i long for is to be with you. I hate being apart from you. Why does it feel like when i say good bye to you it feels like the end of the world?
What does it mean to succeed? I know I haven't achieved it yet. I hope to one day.
A single thread hung from her sweater unknowingly as she sat and sipped her double vanilla latte. The man walked up and said in her ear, "You have a thing here." As he reached up to pull it out, she looked up and immediately recognized him, "Sean, I thought I would never see you again!"
The punishment that ensues for society is a generation that rebels against their war.
I was close. The hand hold is near to my reach. I feel the wind blow through my hair as I tighten the rope and reach. The carabeaners hold me tight. The near by hand hold calls my name. I grasp it. I feel myself pull up and place my foot on the near by foot hold.The summit is near.
I put on the elastic suite ready to fight crime! I am super....I am a hero......and I am a huge idiot for wearing elastic in 115 degree weather....
Brick by brick we build our future.
The canvas stands before me blank. How will I paint it? What colors will I put on it? I dip my brush. I let it guide me. At this point I know that I will be creative in the world that is before me as my life is.
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