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Morning and it was.Sweet smells, sweeter than the next, sweeter than the rest,gliding through the hallways, ever ghost-like,in its path, encouraging i..
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On and on, the carousel rides.Flickering from the many houses, the many faces of light.Laughter, fun, joy, and none,the carousel rides weighing your m..
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Across the rocky outcrop,a plunging of water so great, so deep.Drips and drops, and sheets and sips.Rippling down the wall of rocks, ever so horrendou..
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Panes of light shine through the tops of trees,leaving not the rains of previous night spree.The clouds of day float through, the leavingsbeautiful an..
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Winds rage,her thoughts caged.Poor little Cara, oh how hard she fights.Her thoughts cloud her vision,her senses spark her superstition.Fighting words,..
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Dust rises, dust settles,for the one who comes through,awakens its time.Shelves lined with books.Oh books! They hide beneath, each in their own little..
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It came in great bouts of white,the ever dark night.It was before me, cascading through the air,leaving only silence in its wake.Cats, dogs, even the ..
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They gleam the day sky,red they are.With white and gracious come the wings.I have come to love these things,the beauty before me, the life.Glancing ba..
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A man named Brett Silverman has found himself in a bad situation with the "white truck". The driver is hostile, dangerous, and mysterious. However, ch..
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