To Touch Mortality
To touch mortality, to explore it with splayed fingers and to find it lacking. How can this be?
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Dancing with Gypsies
I love you to distraction, my words they tell you so, but not my actions. You are my goddess, my honeysuckle, the sweet breath of all my days, how to tell you I love you, so many, many ways.
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MY TURN TO MOW THE GARDEN non-fiction
Troy, our youngest, volunteered to help dad with his very first garden. Together we were prepared to surprise mom with our bountiful supply.
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NO MORE BOGEYMAN non-fiction
“MOM! DAD!” I screamed.
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AN ACT OF CARING essay
It was wrong of me. So it is with life. Temptations must be controlled by discipline. Each family has to decide which is the way to do so. I can only speak for myself.
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