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Just around the corner.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate. ~J. R. R. Tolkien I turned the corner and gasped as I walked headfirst into a person. The books I was carrying fell to the ground with a loud whack and I saw that the collegiate dictionary, the heaviest of the lot,

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At the shore {Akira}

I took Akira to the shore this weekend. She sat on the rocks next to me as I gazed into the wind and let the salt air comb my hair. I left it down, just the way she likes it, even though it kept sticking to my lips and catching on my lashes. I thought

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In a cold, quiet house.

“When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” ~Ansel Adams It was silent inside the house. Outside, the raindrops danced on pavement, dripped down the gutters, splashed in puddles. She hated the cold, quiet house. There were no old house settling creaks to be made out, no heater kicking in since the power had

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Athazagoraphobia

Abigail looked at the clock on the wall, ticking the seconds away as she sat waiting for the sound of tires on gravel. Twelve thirty-four. Jason should have been home by now. He always came home for lunch. She watched the second hand crawl up the face of the clock she’d found at an antique

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The water’s edge.

If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water’s edge. ~Napoleon Hill Clara stepped to the edge of the ocean and watched the waves ebb and flow, washing over her bare feet and back again. She had the sensation that she was slowly sinking into

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