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I hated driving the long deserted streets on my way home. Houses passing in unnoticeable blurs. A yellow hazy light illuminated the road in s..

The hot summer sun beat down onto the dry barren desert scenery. I shaded my eyes, the over-sized sun glasses barely cutting the glare of the..

The room seemed still. Soft gentle sunlight streamed through the large bay window. The soft comforter is entangled in your legs, your face bu..

The rain beaten road shifted underfoot with each step. Tall green grass swayed gently in the breeze. They took their hands and stuffed them i..

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