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In church today there was a sudden strong odor of lillies, which was strange because the only flowers in the church were poinsettias, the typical Christmas plant. It was very odd, and the only reason I noticed is because my son is allergic to lillies.
All it takes to succeed is a little talent, a little work and a little luck. And I have a little of each.
What does history teach us? Do we learn from our mistakes? Do we learn from our success? What causes an event? It is never as simple as we want it to be.
The competition was intense. My heart raced as my horse rounded the last bend of the track. The colors flying by were a blur. Pinks oranges purples and greens. The jockeys' silks were more colorful and intense than the spectators' hats. My horse, whom I had picked based on her name only, Whitewall Tires, was racing ahead of the field. My horse won! Too bad I didn't bet more than a dollar on her.
I held the hand of the person I thought was my Uncle. We were at the art Museum, and it was crowded. I was about five years old. After I held his hand, I looked up at his face, and was distressed to see it was a stranger who held my hand.
I wonder what will become of me. When I was young, I thought our own stupidity would end it all with a mushroom cloud.But I'm still here, and now I wonder what I should do.
That old car was such a dinosaur. It had six cylinders, full metal body and got about 30 miles to the gallon. But I loved it. How can you not love your first car?
Bandana Square is the place we used to take our boys when they were little. The main attraction was the model railroad museum. The little boys were fascinated with those lifelike trains.
The flourescent lights were flickering and buzzing in the run-down convenience store as she made her way to the back of the store.
One summer my friend Kathy and I found a large number of four-leaf clovers in my backyard. Not one, or a few, but about fifty of them. We felt so lucky!
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