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The trunk of my daddy's truck has many memories for me. I wasn't a tomboy but I loved that big red truck. That truck was family.
the first thing that comes to my mind is the Olympics. the man running around the world with a lit torch. how did he sleep?
Life is a pattern, never changing. A circle with no end, as all circles are. A pattern of life is always the same. Each pattern unique to each different person, but a never ending circle nonetheless.
The duration of my soul has lengthened. I am but a body, with the soul of a man. The duration of my will and of my mind surpasses even me. I am but a girl, young and still in her prime, pure. But my soul goes on as if i was strong. As if i was a man, a strong man.
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