Michaela Bell
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My ReflectionA Story by Michaela BellPrelude. |
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The CycleA Poem by Michaela BellWhen I first met you,the simple touch of our hands,grasping, and filling between my fingersI felt like I was in a placea place contained with no disma.. |
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Escaping Your MindA Story by Michaela BellEvery morning as my eyes peer open, the angular edges and white seams of the soft, caseless pillow lay parallel from my head. Crinkles, dents, and lay.. |
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Growing UpA Poem by Michaela BellWooshing wind, sporatic clatters, and loud noises boomedthe atmosphere was chaotic, clouding this confined spacea small shed that yearns to thrive int.. |
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